The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep

Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell

Thursday

don't make plans

I remember when I listened to that song, thinking of you in your brightest of shades, and when the lights went down there you were, a golden face and a heart so red I could feel mine race.


if I ever left this town
I'd never settle down
I'd just be wandering around
if I ever left this town..
if I wasn't by your side
I'd never be satisfied
nothing would feel just right
if I wasn't by your side





cause I'm not easy to understand
but you know me like the back of your hand






but I know you like the back of my hand
you've got a heart of gold and a piece of land





I'll be your girl if you'll be my man




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