November Rain/Dig a Little Deeper/The Boxer
Tune: Patience Meter: Triambic Ictus, 3-5-12 Ta'ta'mi! Chaldea unite! Moses upended - Branching out just like a mop. We can't! Smell this air! says God's unseen wills Bending, loud burden an ox! Did the just rule expire? For the slavers, our guests, it's Mostly a misunderstanding. is it Begetting? Begatting.... Fire, famine, then sword,? We durst not behold all three. His Antiquity recalls or was it recoils? Her Scroll beats in its' days' measure We wonder: (rubato) 𝄐 Will their drips burn me?