The Woodsman
Soon the bright moon
Will fall.
Soon I will see the star filled, wond'rous sky
for the very final . . .
Soon the eathquakes.
That my heart makes,
Will quiver to a . . .
Soon the feelings of remorse
For my tattered, rotting corpse,
Soon the eloquent words will
spill from my head and not my . . .
I have tried to make you happy.
But it did nothing for me.
You can call me shallow.
You can call my selfish and naive,
but who isn't nowa. . .?
There is nothing at the end
of the rainbow, burning brightly.
There are stones and an empty can of. . .
I have tried to cry
like a woodsman carrying lumber
but I whimper, like a . . .you know. . .well
a crow
I'm a headless horseman
I am a headless horseman
I am a headless horse. . .
You may think that I'm a fool
but there's nothing left to do
in this wretched place called. . .
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