What you heard whispered in the dark, what the silence spoke, in the rain and the sun, when colours ran to grey and burnt gold,
when the light sank into another place, but returned, like days do, like seasons kidnap your trees and leaves, like the wind shakes free root and wing,
and you think what’s gone is never restored, oh what were you thinking my friend, what on earth were you thinking? Those were words that sank in your seas,
treasure, you must retrieve, you must retrieve, no one else can, if they did, they would be thieves, aha, would you let them,
should you ? These are your songs, no one else’s …
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