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• Artiste: Sleeping Years (The)
• Titre: Strays
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The cold came without warning, the pale light that fell, the winds that rose and carried hail and journeyed south. They came when their poor coats failed them and the ground grew hard and held, it made us draw into ourselves and close the doors. At a change of wind, the turn of season all my strays blew in as I lay breathing. While the world spun, my house was shaken and the darkness gave, my troubles faded. My company in shadow, the scutter and flap, the tiny hearts that pitter pat, and chatter through the night. But soon the day will come and you'll leave my hands to fly, your scattered flocks and broken homes tumble in the storms. At a change of wind, the turn of season all my strays blew in as I lay breathing. While the world spun, my house was shaken and the darkness gave, my troubles faded.