This Mortal Coil
morning glory
I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house
Tell
me
stories, I called to the Hobo;
Stories
of
cold, I smiled at the Hobo;
Stories
of
old, I knelt to the Hobo;
And he stood before my fleeting house
No, said the Hobo, No
more
tales
of
time
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