by Paul Casey
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what we know we know spinning perhaps changes what we know you know
this time we knew still though time flew that time
it was then couple hours before ten when sven picked up a pen
december evening i was weaving he was cleaving she was believing this all had some meaning
in the valley we spent the night mornings light shone bright
he barked orders to his men this morning’s count ten park on the border then follow the path to mordor
hi clair hey there we saw the bear where down in the dragon’s lair gave alastair quite the scare
we try our best do what’s right throughout the night with energy left morning in sight let love rest
i see he said up ahead as she fed images danced in their heads
many a story revolve around the antics of a cat