Rod McKuen - The Lovers

Made by Nushu for Stein Up from the pastures of boredom out from the sea of discontent they come in packs like hungry hounds the seekers of the dark enchantment. They haunt the boulevards and bars they pray to wishing wells and stars they ride the hurricane of hope not looking back but on they go toward the distance and deceiving and all the while they keep believing that they are special and apart the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers. And when