Requiem for a (kind) wolf
Since my pen is full of snow
And if the earth if full of pain
Then I think the world needs a gardener
To repair the souls of men
And I know what you’re thinking
‘Cause I’m thinking it too
But you’re not dreaming
Like I dream of you
You can take your dog
Your good soul and your bag
You can take what you own
And all the things that you can add
Take your Cd’s and your books
And all the things that I hook
And then if you feel insane
I will find you a nice grave
And in my chamber of secrets
There ain’t no bed for you
‘Cause love is in the carpet
And you don’t see the dust covering the clues
What kind of stones are in you heart ?
Maybe the same as our house ?
And I need a knife to hurt you
But just a word to kill you
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