Death's Door
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door
Melodious ring of travel increasing.
Pitter patter it goes, in painless pleasure
The way is long and it does not matter.
Melodious ring of travel increasing.
Pitter patter it goes, in painless pleasure
The way is long and it does not matter.
1 Comments:
Original lyrics go like this:
"...The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door / has been silenced forever more. / The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row: / It seems farther than ever before."
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