Skepticism

Skepticism - Pouring lyrics

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On the cold bridge of grey stones

Stood the old man in his grey robe

Opening his oak barrels

Pouring them to the river

So began the pouring

Light frozen

Down snowing

Light was weakening

Grey was the curtain

Wide were the shores

Of the grey and green seas

It was final

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