Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
Oh, the circling vultures refuse to gnaw out my heart Though the crows mock me as supreme squires with their judicial caws I've stumb...