Aging like a stone
everyone will die alone
I’ll set my feet to pick this bone
running like a stream
forgot the whole thing in a dream
what rose up in me was not cream
the profound visions of the sage
my only goal to turn the page
one two, one three, a golden age
I’ll dine on bleeding hearts of dove
the sin that fit me like a glove
my heart a stone
it still feels love
what
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