Post by 'Guest' on Dec 4, 2001 16:53:32 GMT -5
Spirits and priests
On their own Come to
the fever on the streets
O crazy random planet
Hold steady till I draw my line
An unborn path seem fit
One element turns law
What we learned was regret
As the anvil is Turning,
tightening
Between Logic and lust
On their own Come to
the fever on the streets
O crazy random planet
Hold steady till I draw my line
An unborn path seem fit
One element turns law
What we learned was regret
As the anvil is Turning,
tightening
Between Logic and lust
Have to agree with Dan - it reminds me of Laurie. And I love the tone and the scope of it. 
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