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• Artiste: Nick Cave
• Titre: Sad Waters
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Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries We go down to the river where the willows weep Take a naked root for a lovers seat That rose out of the bitten soil But sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils O Mary you have seduced my soul And I don't know right from wrong Forever a hostage of your child's world And then I ran my tin-cup heart along The prison of her ribs And with a toss of her curls That little girl goes wading in Rollin her dress up past her knee Turning these waters into wine Then she platted all the willow vines Mary in the shallows laughing Over where the carp dart Spooked by the new shadows that she cast Across these sad waters and across my heart