Long way under the sun,
the miserable and journeymen cry.
We sing, we bark,
we greet the little agents,
we sing, we curse, we say.
We bark a hundred times every day,
we say, we say.
Endure it better to live by this day
without it again.
Edition: 1 of 1
Medium: JPG.
Size: 4500 x 6000 px,
NFT: Makersplace
Year: 2021