An Inscription at Salonae The Mountain Goats
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There was guy up on the hill
With a trumpet to his lips
I mean to tell you he knew how to blow that thing
There were women dressed in purple
Banging on their tambourines
And hammering on cymbals
It was not that long ago
When we gathered in the valley below
I loved you more than i loved my own life
I was falling to pieces
There was a young man on the altar
You saw me poised above him
I saw you watching me
There were singers, there were dancers
There was glittering gold
Spring breaking out gradually
It was not that long ago
But the memory's kinda dying out 'cha know
Like a flower caught in the overgrowth
Falling, falling to pieces
With a trumpet to his lips
I mean to tell you he knew how to blow that thing
There were women dressed in purple
Banging on their tambourines
And hammering on cymbals
It was not that long ago
When we gathered in the valley below
I loved you more than i loved my own life
I was falling to pieces
There was a young man on the altar
You saw me poised above him
I saw you watching me
There were singers, there were dancers
There was glittering gold
Spring breaking out gradually
It was not that long ago
But the memory's kinda dying out 'cha know
Like a flower caught in the overgrowth
Falling, falling to pieces
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