
The Player—stood sat the Keys
And beat out the Voice of God.
His paws were burned with experience
Mine—
Were not.
I—wounded—dying—fell
To blead—and listen—with nothing to give.
And in infinite compassion
He stabbed me in the Heart
—And I sat up
And lived—
A tribute to
foxamoore and his Music.
And beat out the Voice of God.
His paws were burned with experience
Mine—
Were not.
I—wounded—dying—fell
To blead—and listen—with nothing to give.
And in infinite compassion
He stabbed me in the Heart
—And I sat up
And lived—
A tribute to

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