You feel ’tis habit
After while,
Tho ambles close
To reconcile,
‘Tis bound to blur
A willing spirit,
Of weak epidermis,
Who’d loathe fit
Living life dimly,
So aims to stick
Close to the edge!
You feel ’tis habit
After while,
Tho ambles close
To reconcile,
‘Tis bound to blur
A willing spirit,
Of weak epidermis,
Who’d loathe fit
Living life dimly,
So aims to stick
Close to the edge!