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• Artiste: Letters For Saints
• Titre: The Shepherd's Staff
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All those words he said, painted black and red, leaped out the window tonight. And all those pretty girls, those bright shining pearls, he'll pass by tonight. Cuz' they all know what he has in mind. The shepherd broke his staff; the flock will never last till' winter ends. And all his servant boys, with their new shiny toys - they're never coming back. Cuz' they all know, just what they lack. Every poet's dream, broken at the seams till' the screen goes black. The pens of all the greats, inking out in haste at the cemetary gate, cuz' they all came, they're never looking back. The king that lost his crown; it shattered on the ground and the jester took his prize, and all those servant girls, fumbling for the pearls while the men wait inside, Cuz' they don't know who else to fight.