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• Artiste: Rose Windows
• Titre: Indian Summer
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Amidst the rusted rails and worn out inns Out through the wild grass; a dress There's gold reflecting lives playing for your eyes You'd be damned if you were found Before the sun, the ground From the journey grows the need to see Unwavering proof and seditious needs It's embroidered in our times And glows in idle wine The burning need to run Toward the East, the West, the one Within the pulsing cells of marigolds As they relate themselves to the hills They amplify the light and rest on through the night So turn the pages, dear And stare excelsior Swirling vultures, how they radiate Cast a darkness on the waves Let's pray that they survive Tie strings and make them kites As the train moves on through here To the end and steering clear Just hide your thoughts in the shadow of the moon As it breaks upon the aging trees The yearn for more dances through the leaves Like a dead-beat Faustian dream So we tie our rope to a branch and with a snap! There's only one thing left to see