No Glory
Neglect. Dishonor. Wisdom.
I dream of you
You sing me blues
I tickle your soul
You burst my veins
Crippled autumn leaf
Immersed in morning dew
Winds have come
To take me away
But I`m all wrapped up
In all your glory
Laving at your feet
Humiliation in escalation
Blissful days will turn up
Except here with you
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