Cantarme
By Parson Thru
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Here’s a song for all the fake hobos.
Una canción para el baile de máscaras.
What is a human without a soul?
Just another beast.
And what is a soul without passion?
Only an empty room.
And what is a world without love?
A rain-swept rutting ground.
And what is a life without death?
Nothing more than existence.
Sing to me from your fugitive soul.
Cantarme de nuestra muerte.
Sing to me from behind the mask.
Sing a song of your passion.
Sing to me of death.
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Yeh, it's got a feel of
Yeh, it's got a feel of windswept grandeur. Like it Elsie
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Yeh I'm well and I have not
Yeh I'm well and I have not got flooded though about 10 houses nearer the beach have.
Both the author and the publisher of In the Day have been pleased with my review of the book for Recovery Devon and I have had good e-mails from them. That's the positive aspect of a community writing site such as Abc we all communicate with one another as friends, it is not big and impersonal in the way that some of the 'main players' such as Waterstones may well be. Elsie
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