Monday, January 13, 2003

Exiled On Mountain, Bewail Fate &Amp; Praise Autumn Comments

Rating: 3.2

Now that I'm actually living my solitude I'm clueless.
Every now & then the wind drops in & I look at it.
These are the signs of seasonal change: I'm not sweating,
& the hollow air in the chimney makes a thrumming noise.
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Jon Anderson
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