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There's a field nearby With words written in stone My love will not die Please let it be known This place is dead It echoes through town There isn't one voice I haven't heard a sound The planes flew
I watch my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard. The feline war has raged for years so I assume it'd be to hard for me to drive my foot between them. I would never risk the scratch just to prove t
I'm like a record player I keep goin' round with a needle in my arm making someone else's sound and lately I've been dreaming of blue and empty skies but nothing like that ever crosses red and weary e