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WINTER SONG by Hyoomik

(copyright 2010 Hugh McDonald)

Technology makes advances, and theology becomes a hobby, let's meditate, and find a quiet place in a dark corner of the lobby

Your intonation is rhythmical, your voice is like a tiny sparrow in a bush, your backing is impeccable, your emotional range is not narrow

Sarah's sitting in the hot-seat, David Letterman shows no mercy, and I'm wondering why I stay up so late, when I watch his hypocrisy

The pilot light's out again, I'm cold, the winter wind can be chilling, outside these walls of brick, the racoons roaming seek to whittle away at the building.

I climb up high on the mountain top, I climb upon the pile of stones, I've killed a thousand bottles in my time, O let me let me alone.