Come together men of wood Burning sunsets where you stood Like three hats lying in the snow There's nowhere left for you to go Light escaping through the door Leaking pain across the floor There's nothing more for me to say Men of wood turn white to grey Sweet men of wood Men of wood Where you stood An old man sitting beside the pier Prepared himself to disappear He raised his head for one last look Then closed his eyes and left the book
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