it's a stony day. a seasonal one. a million and one songs play through my brain.
hard rock miners.... and i feel like i'm dyin' from mining for gold.
hello darkness my old friend. (you may be the sound of silence but your voice is abrasively soft.)
i went out walkin' through the streets paved with gold. lifted some stones....
it's time to write my own lyrics.
and maybe skip some stones.
God, please hear my broken hallelujah.
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