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eats alive

All the world's your oyster now
But soon those hoary hands of time
Will strangle all those golden memories
And leave you broken on the line

spot on this little rock 
Is worn out just like the sounds 
Thrusting, pulling 
Crowned, bound and drowned 
In a hoary spray 

Tie me up and laugh away

move
Can you find my Dasein?

Can you figure it out
In this hoary land
Why my smiles and loves look askance?
Do I pray on the drought
Or, refinance
Lust

Em and say that Kamikaze's hoary
If it weren't for hip-hop for you to hate on, you'd be working night shifts at a truck stop
I even slowed it down for

move
Can you find my Dasein?

Can you figure it out
In this hoary land
Why my smiles and loves look askance?
Do I pray on the drought
Or, refinance
Lust

It's time to take your hands and feel
The last touch of a hoary return
Solid trees will give us the roots
The shadow expelled
In a blow
A sea breeze

his father in his tower far away
and the hoary claw that holds it shakes and trembles
is it grief over a life misspent, or love or greed or mere

calling me Korey
I'm fine blue balling Se' Hoary
See, I don't really know where I fit in
I'm in my own lane like Kid Ink
I said a few things but I'm kidding

The ashes of a hoary fire
Will turn back the time
Until I'm there again
For the clouds in gray,
I will wait for the rain
I will fade away,
In The Colors

just like your long hair in the spring

Cuz one man's hoary palette
Is another's noontime steed
One man's rocky diet
Is a mine
Give me sloppy kissing

to his tale of pity
But the master, scoffing witty
Checked his strain with scornful jeer
Hoary vagrant, frequent comer
Canst thou guide thy gains of summer

the buckle, hoist the halter,
The hoary frost is through,
The sun throws it’s shadow upon the land,
On the golden harvest dew.

Comb the meadows, pick

the memory and glory
Continuation of the story
Your origins are so old and hoary
But your future is so blurry

You are proud of all the shit they made,
It was

grieve

I played a soft and doleful air
I sang an old and moving story
An old rude song that suited well
That ruin wild and hoary

She listened with

Beware yon' hoary crow 
He lies in every word 
I shall sail the seas this eve 
Where whispers can't be heard 

I'll lie in your arms 
My soul in your

with hysterical cries

I have plunged like a deer through the arches
Of the hoary primoridal grove
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches

the Beach
And a terrible Dream is within reach
The cold Winds tell a creepy Story
About a singing Mermaid wild and hoary

Fear and Dread should not worry
Tell

Weary hearth-fire,
Will you smolder a while?
Warm her, heart-lorn and loath.

Homely barrow,
She'll be yours alone.
My grave lies afar.

Hoary

what you get, baby
a thousands hearts in a row
Drooling mouth , leering eyes, lurking 
they’re enjoying the show

Hoary man in a convertible
boasting

Hoary falsehoods told by them
Madness held on from the past
Split opens the worm - eaten
Lies that have been made to last

Invert the cross of lies

gloomy beauty
melancholia, mourning sanctuary
like the shadows surging from the past
hoary marbles swan in tides of mist


take me to the secret place

pair, bowed down with care. God gave His Son to win.
His erring child he reconciled, and pardoned from his sin.

VERSE 2
When hoary time shall pass away

getting lost,)
the endless smog, (among the trees,)
the restless rage. (and hoary frost.)

Shame to my name
Grande to the fucking flame

Homie you're tripping real Leary
Motherboard gets smoked, feels blurry
Like cigar rings blown, Robert Hoary