see Green Man
Standing stones
Cigarette drips from his weathered face
A withered mind in this stony place
Black crow pecks a fallen dove
Spreads his wings to the sky above
And a cold wind cuts me to my bones
And I'm left screaming
screaming at the standing stones
Rich man paws the beggars grief
Steals the soul of self belief
A tailor tinkers with my mind
For a gypsy heart and a soldier spy
Maidens gathered in a round
Silence cuts the screaming sound
Stone feels warm to my cold hand
As my feet sink deep into the land
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