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05-03-2005, 07:15 PM
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Drummer in the Deep
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Next Sunday A.D.
Posts: 2,145
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A song, for his Mighty-Wightiness.
To the tune of "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam. B-Wight, rests his head on a pillow made of concrete Oh hopin', maybe he'll see a little better set of posts And he heads down, faces that he sees are a little bit familiar Oh Mirthies, he can't stand when they're off-topic and insane Barrow-downs Thoughts arrive like Balrog-wings Oh, no-one knows So they talk of them all day-ay-ay Someday they'll They'll talk pointy ears again Ears again Formless, streams of sad sounds against the morning now bereaved Oh, never more to wake until the Sun and Moon are dead Feelin', understands the weather or that Bombadil's on his way Oh ceilings, cave in and fall when stupid rhyming words are said Barrow-downs Thoughts arrive like Balrog-wings Oh, no-one knows So they talk of them all day-ay-ay Someday they'll talk pointy ears again Typing hands, carry him away Him away, him away Yeah!
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
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