No matter where it's going. For the sake of dim things That were once so plain I will set a barrel Out to catch the rain, I will hang an iron pot on an iron crane. I watched your love a little while, And brought my plants into the house. A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
Mark the transient butterfly, How he hangs upon the flower. Suffer em to take your hand. Till the dawn is in the sky. Whether I be false or true, Death comes in a day or two. Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco.