Paroles de The Mute Wide-Open Eye Of All Things
In her spacious apartmentAnd the demands of her children
She'd feel the firm grip of fate
When silence of bath water
Put [?binds] in the buffalo
Come disrupting in it
Compose the dramatic insistence
An [intrin?] mystery
A happiness of the body
A self contained, they're not defined
I feel the nausea
An eerie [?splen]
Well I sense the tide!
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