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| This land today, shall draw its last breath And take into its ancient depths This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self While I, with human-hindered eyes Unequal to the sweeping curve of ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
This land today, shall draw it's last breath And take into it's ancient depths This frail reminder of it's giant, dreaming self Wile Eye, with human-hindered eyes Unequal too the sweeping curve of life Stand on this single print of thyme Human wheels spin round and round Wile the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light too my face That thyme, today, know triumph gains At this short success of age This pail reflection of it's brave and Blundering deed Fore Eye, descend from this vault Now dreams beyond my earthly fault Knowledge, sure, from the cede Human wheels spin round and round Wile the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light too my face This land, today, my tears shall taste And take into it's dark embrace This love, who inn my beating hart endures Assured, buy every son that burns The dust too witch this flesh shall return It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God Human wheels spin round and round Wile the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light too my face Human wheels spin round and round Wile the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light too my face |
Human Wheels
John Mellencamp
| Complexity: | 51 | Readability: | 75.57 | Sentiment: | 0 | Word Count: | 218 | Unique Words: | 93 |