A gentle green from blue
In the feeling of me to you
And all the waves of discipline
And all the ways you let me in
The dream of being unseen
Andy in the street
The night now day
A gentle rain
Andy in a sleeping bag
I'll show you what any drunk has known
Since the dawn of wine
From green to blue a hue of you
And every day in the street
Past those pitter pat feet
Andy in a sleeping bag
It not that art is dead
It's just that we are
About the Creator
rk Wilson
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