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I was unafraid, I was a boy I was a tender age Melic in the naked, knew a lake And drew the lofts for page Hurdle, all the waiting's up Know it wasn'

Armour let it through Borne the arboretic truth You kept posing Sat down in the suit Fixed on up it wasn't you By finished closing Ramble in the roots

Climb is all we know When thaw is not below us No, can't grow up In that iron ground Claire, all too sore for sound Bet is hardly shown Scraped across

So abruptly, saw death on a sunny snow For every life, forgo the parable Seek the light, my knees are cold Running home, running home Running home, running

This my excavation, today is Kumran Everything that happens is from now on This is pouring rain This is paralyzed I keep throwing it down two hundred

I am my mother's only one It's enough I wear my garment so it shows Now you know Only love is all maroon Gluey feathers on a flume Sky is womb and she

Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone Sold my red horse for a venture home To vanish on the bow Settling slow Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums So the story

Someday my pain, someday my pain Will mark you Harness your blame, harness your blame And walk through With the wild wolves around you In the morning

c'mon skinny love just last the year pour a little salt we were never here my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer