Why do I borrow, Cecile my dear?
Battling with no-one,
Appalachian woman
A blizzard tearing screw [unverified]
Of what she sees before
Down to the flower, down in the dirt
A girl
I look forward to my death
Excitement has me short
Our lady of more (Repeat)
Our lady of more, this
Another winter has past and gone
All his desires still
A pale, haunted man
Walks through this crowded land
He
So this is permanent, love's shackled cry
What once was innocent
I love to ruin my tent, I love the romances
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