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Monkey Hair

Michael Marra
Lingua: Inglese


Michael Marra


Monkey hair has turned to fair
And skirts the brow of passion's furrow
This, she cries, let no man's lies
Move through my womb and add to my sorrow

God of plunder, god of ill send my love to distant hill
All to raise his drooping shares
Encasing my heart in monkey hairs

Times are my mind takes flight, cloudy by day, fiery by night
Master of heartbreak, the sting in your tail
Is over and wasted it's fruitless and frail

Flags are waving, banners fly, truth is marching, here am I
Wounded and lonely, but stronger and clear
No coward to flinch, no traitor to fear this

Monkey hair that turned to fair
And skirts the brow of passion's furrow
This, she cries, let no man's lies
Move through my womb and add to my sorrow

God of plunder, god of ill send my love to distant hill
And all to raise his drooping shares
Encasing my heart in monkey hairs



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