Book of days
The way things lay
Thats just space and time
I gave it up
All for a love
That wont be defined
Ive had enough temporary acquisition
Building fences for no gain
Taking dead trees down before the winter freeze
I said let em rot and fall where they may
I would sing you a song of devotion
Thats what I should do
(I gotta let them fall where they may)
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