footprints in the earth.....
Prevailing thorn
The world
A grave never full
A market place that
Never sleeps
A street that is never
Empty
An infant always crying
A song that never stops
A prevailing thorn in a
Shade where everywhere is
Quiet
A sigh at last for
Eyes full of waiting
A grave never full
A market place that
Never sleeps
A street that is never
Empty
An infant always crying
A song that never stops
A prevailing thorn in a
Shade where everywhere is
Quiet
A sigh at last for
Eyes full of waiting
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Prevailing thorn
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