No one liked Nick Drake until after he was dead

by SomeoneElse   Nov 16, 2005


Many winters float by
Skipping over the places between the notes
Faces wrapped in colored scares
Fade out of my memory
As I lay here resting
Thinking about the time when I will exit
Hopeful aspirations of peaceful evaporation
Faces, wrapped in scares, fade away dreamily

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