Old Night

The old pipe

 

In old hands

 

Old voices

 

Out of tune

 

Salty throats

 

Sun painted faces

 

Old moon

 

To old sky

 

Coming down

 

To kiss this sea town

 

Old wood

 

Old stone

 

Echoes with

 

Hollow pain

 

The old tavern

 

Filled with old friends

 

Ancient fire

 

Warming hands

 

Everyone filled

 

With old spirits

 

Sounded sight

 

On this old old night

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