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All Things Must

see the sky through crooked blinds
i live a life with little mind
what do you want me to be
so give up and i am me

the sky is white and it's blue
i am torn away, ripped from you
by the shallow mind
no soul inside

here i am alone again
wondering what is sin
it isn't what you must think
there is no God, I'm out of sync

All things must pass that is true
I walked slowly away from you
The sky clouds over oh so fast
I look ahead, not at the past


United Kingdom
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Nelson Linscott

Maine born and raised, a product of the 1960's, liberal thinker, writer, photographer, poet, book collector, fountain pen enthusiast, amateur historian, reader, Beat Generation Follower, cancer...