The Stones Cry Your Name (Redux)
Dad says you've got to keep refining:
Phosphorus rises above the ripening and fades;
I hear the globe rotate
Rock grind against rock, the tombstone rolls
Sound of greater certainty.
Phosphorus rises above the ripening and fades;
I hear the globe rotate
Rock grind against rock, the tombstone rolls
Sound of greater certainty.
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