Old Dog
For you, last Sunday morning was You slept, content and ignorant For, god-like, I had called on Death He slipped his steel into your vein So now I put away your lead The sparrows catch them as they blow, |
Alistair Scott June 1995 |
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Old Dog
For you, last Sunday morning was You slept, content and ignorant For, god-like, I had called on Death He slipped his steel into your vein So now I put away your lead The sparrows catch them as they blow, |
Alistair Scott June 1995 |
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