I started out in search of ordinary things
How much of
When you leave, I go into our room
And lay me
Working through death's pain
Last night I swear I felt your
oh oh oh
last summer's footprints are walkin'
walkin' dove walkin' dove
When you were blind, you touch things for their shape
have
She lay beside me like a branch from a tender
I'd like to touch you, but I've forgotten how
And said
Somewhere between the wind and the dove
Lies all I sought
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