May
Saturday 27 December 2008 photo 1/1
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Standing by a broken tree,
Her hands are all twisted,
She's pointing at me,
I was damned by light comin,
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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