Fences: ‘these fleeting years we tarry here beneath the scarlett sway’ – wabash glee club

there was another lonely place
where we began another chase
I put a gun up to my head, and
thought about those things you said.
somehow I’ve lost my grace,
but you lost your mind instead.
now listen, don’t you give me guff,
or keep my heart in this handcuff –
I’ll lose my wings to gain some sense
and hope you give to me twopence. good
God, you know, this could get rough,
if all we do is build a fence.


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