Before The Fall, Goeth Pride

Before the fall, goeth pride.
I'll spend the winter, on my side.
Spent my summer, alone in trees.
Swore I'd spend it in your palm.
Warm my fingers in your coat pocket.
Face your face in my chain locket.
Put me back in your back pocket.
Or let me sleep softly, in your palm.



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Writer(s): Richard Pawliw-fry
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