The Pretty Things

Death

The Pretty Things

S.F Sorrow


As your loved ones they place
Heavy stones on your face
Your sonnets of life
They are filling the case
High windows inside me
Look down on your face.

Changing white fingers
For men in the sand
Burning bright spears
That you hold in your hand



Grey children you've spawned
They just won't understand

As the slow pulse of sobbing
Dries-from the sky
My grief in red circles
Surrounding an eye
Grey child stands looking
And passes on by.
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Philip Arthur Dennis May (Phil May)Publicado em 1968ECAD verificado fonograma #54256843 em 05/Set/2024 com dados da UBEM

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