His Hands Matched His Tongue
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A long walk home, riddled with regret
Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe
That in time I think I'll see just what's been weighing down on me
An unearthy void collapsed, exposing what was trapped
To release this serendipitous design.
The smell of smoke, the evening sky was proof
Belated conversation saturate anticipation for the answers that simply wont' come.
But not I, I won't ask
Forget my place amongst the grass
The leaves and the trees remember me
And in my naivety it might be seen
The pale has leaks and even if
You put all your water into it
You end up with nothing left to drink
The well has gone dry and I with it.
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone.
We'll still have her song to sing.
Sing softly, bring me to the lake
Sing softly, sing me to the lake.
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