in mijn schetsboek
Stones would play inside her head
and where she slept,
they made her bed.
And she would ache for love
and get but stones.
a good day's comin'.
And I'll be there to let the sun in.
And bein' lost
is worth the comin' home
You and me, a time for planting.
You and me, a harvest granting.
The every prayer ever prayed
for just two wild flowers that grow
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the leaves will sink.
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Aren't these strange times, Sean?