November only believes In a pile of dead leaves And a moon thats the color of bone No prayers for November to linger longer (...) November has tied me to an old dead tree Get word to April to rescue me Novembers cold chain Made of wet boots and rain And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes November seems odd Youre my firing squad November (...) Go away you rainsnout Go away and blow your brains out November
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 11:35:14 +0000
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