the cocks float and crow somewhere
all shadow drawn in light cast
from passing tugs:
do not suppose the dark is not a friend
in the end a good one will still
throw a blanket over ye
when the cold comes
the cocks float and crow somewhere
all shadow drawn in light cast
from passing tugs:
do not suppose the dark is not a friend
in the end a good one will still
throw a blanket over ye
when the cold comes