A Few Figs From Thistles

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June 1st, 2024suno

Lyrics

Verse 1: Once more into my arid days, like dew, Like wind from an oasis, you come through The sound of cold sweet water underground, A treacherous messenger, your thought unwound Chorus: But you’re just a mirage, a mound of sand Where no green thing ever grew in this barren land I chase your colored phantom on the air With stinging eyes, I reach but nothing’s there Verse 2: And once again, no wiser than before I sob and curse, I fall, and rise once more I stumble pitifully on to where, Miserable and lost, with nothing to compare Chorus: But you’re just a mirage, a mound of sand Where no green thing ever grew in this barren land I chase your colored phantom on the air With stinging eyes, I reach but nothing’s there Outro: Once more into my arid days, like dew, Your thought returns, but you’re untrue And though I chase, and though I care, In the end, there’s nothing there.

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