They gossip mostly,
that old grey pair,
coming out to talk,
or just to stare.
Do they travel,
beyond, the confines of this place?
Do they dance, or love,
Do they know of grace?
Francis, Mary,
Mary, Francis,
the same, the same...
with them, things will remain
the same...
Francis, Mary,
Mary, Francis,
the same, the same...
with them, things will remain
the same...
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