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• Artiste: Christine Fellows
• Titre: What Are Years?
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How many hatchet strokes have scarred This broken fencepost Leans out of the yard Curious, and heaves a little sigh of relief You found your way back Limping barefoot down the lane Birds and crickets sing your name Way up there in the trees A pair of shoes are swinging in the breeze Where last you found them I thought I wouldn't need them I was leaving As suddenly as you were seized With all these terrible ideas Can't fall asleep Under the stars Without the passing cars Driving you inside Or driving you away Is solitude indeed the cure For loneliness? Oh I don't think so I miss you too much Unfurl a bed of chicken wire Drag it over where the grass has grown up higher And the wildflowers you used to tend with a loving hand Now here they bend All tangled up and overgrown Couldn't make it on their own Tangled up and overgrown They couldn't make it on their own Can't fall asleep Under the stars Wherever you are Is gonna be too far away from me Is solitude indeed the cure For loneliness? Oh I don't think so I'd miss you too much Is solitude indeed the cure For loneliness?