Paroles de Weird Divide
Several days a month you madeThe mile to my house,
And had me do a stroll with you.
Far below a furry moon
Our purposes crossed
The weird divide
Between our kinds
The silver leaves of ailing trees
Took flights as we passed so long ago
But a short time i know.
It pleases me this memory
Has swollen up with age.
Even time can do
Good things to you
Between our kinds
The silver leaves of ailing trees
Took flights as we passed so long ago
But a short time i know.
It pleases me this memory
Has swollen up with age.
Even time can do
Good things to you
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