Fire! Fire! Burning bright
London Bridge is falling down
falling down
falling
downnnn
In the darkness of the night
My fair Prince.
Will you build it up with wood and clay?
Or then bricks of gold?
Wash those piercing eyes away,
and the smiles that speak of old?
Singe that darkness, smoothness, brightness
I know.
You caressed to life.
wove those locks,
carved those teeth,
lit those eyes so bright
They died.
1 comment:
Lovely!
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