Wednesday, 28 May 2014


I am but a tinker
Dancing around a fire-
The moon makes me a merciless drinker-
And then laughter pretends to lie...
Tinker tinker tinker;
Colourful clothes draped around a thinker...

But I'm a rootless little tinker
Dancing around your funeral pyre-
You don't need a flame-builder-
While your lover falls and dies...
Tinker tinker tinker,
Black coal to hide burnt cinders...

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