Someone is calling her shoulders
Much likes horses raising dawns
Sing to me
Hold back the tears in my comfort
We will forward in these pauses
The storm corrosion
On a last we floor
Begs a loud not to stay
Cut from the stone in the quarry
This old friend of mine in his silence
The storm corrosion
Past on the second hand slips outwards
Born in the carcass song drips
Throw round the boy who leaves the secret
Grower of the darks begin to reacher
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