Lions - William Fitzsimmons

And after the rains came

And washed out her remnant

And looking for traces

Of bloodiness in faces

And you remind me of the breath

That I drew

For you the shadow of a ghost

There’s lions between us

They’ll cut us to pieces

And before the sun came

Forgotten her old name

And you remind me of the breath

That I drew

For you the shadow of a ghost

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