My little butterfly
Flyin’ away
Over the mountainside
Over the lakes
Will
I'm driving down your old street
the tenth time today
I listen
an hour to the city gate
smokestack breaths indiana lakes
under skeletons
In winterland, the sun comes up, and tries to warm
oh my bridge
asleep at night
bathed in light
my bridge
tonight
through this fal
Theres a lone stone house
down the desert culdesac
a fathers hands
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