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Labyrinth Of My Soul
Beneath a granite stone, Speakeasy,
in the shadow of twilight willow
The Labyrinth of my soul in Blues
of sounds and a bass waking
With a harmonica echoing
bootlegging memories
Calling me back to your arms
with another load of gin
As moonlight feigns the widow
heigh-hoing the folly
With the shelf life of the dead,
but a wink or two fed
Beneath a granite stone, Speakeasy,
in the shadow of twilight willow
in the shadow of twilight willow
The Labyrinth of my soul in Blues
of sounds and a bass waking
With a harmonica echoing
bootlegging memories
Calling me back to your arms
with another load of gin
As moonlight feigns the widow
heigh-hoing the folly
With the shelf life of the dead,
but a wink or two fed
Beneath a granite stone, Speakeasy,
in the shadow of twilight willow
Published 10th Apr 2023
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