Holy Week '75
As the world turns slowly on its axis
I fathom it
Clouds drift
Breezes pass
And waters flow
Yet, I remain
I am warmed by the sun
The waters soothe me
The breezes carry me
When I am gone
My blood shall flow as water
My flesh shall scatter as dust
And my spirit shall pass as the wind
I remain
10/12/09 9AM
Red Lion Pub
George Henry II
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