Robert Pollard - Frequent Weaver Who Burns - Sözleri

Pagan shutters described at shrine

dark stems large elephantine

serpent seasnake zebra

up love and deliver your good speech



Of youth and perfect skin



skygazing free of sin

clipped at the hip peglegged and cracked

expressing trivial concern

and then I long .



I'm the frequent weaver who burns



Shaft birth pride of pity

going back from country to city

come home now to surround you



You've no more to learn

who do you think you are?



I'm the frequent weaver who burns










		
			



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