I have no consolations to offer,
To far away places i do not come
to lubricate your life,
missing from the last winter i was here
and the day you no longer will be
You sit there with a questioning face
staring at my shoes,
with years of clay and colors of earth
pouring out,
And their age showing on your face
To far away places i do not come
to lubricate your life,
missing from the last winter i was here
and the day you no longer will be
You sit there with a questioning face
staring at my shoes,
with years of clay and colors of earth
pouring out,
And their age showing on your face
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