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sábado, 21 de febrero de 2009




Standing by a broken tree,
Her hands are all twisted,
She's pointing at me,
I was damned by light coming,
Over all she spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky,
She said,
"Walk on over here to a bit of shade,

I'll wrap you in my arms if only you say let me sign,

Let me sign."

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