| Bind Up My Life A Work In Progress Page 1 |
| Work in Progress Stealthily in the dead of night With no witness to recall Graffiti master by the pale moonlight Makes his mark on the landscape wall There, a burst of purple spray �Cross a mist of vibrant green And just a dash of lily white Among the buttercup tapestries I call to a red bird sitting there �What title would you suggest?� And then I hear, in my inner ear �I�d call it a Work in Progress" |
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