Path
Deyarmond J. and Ethan De Souza
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Wind You called to some degree A path shapes up your shins With no reason in the wineskins Swing Your feathers down a flume The morning's crying for you With nothing to preclude Have a woeful mind and make it something better If I'd known a little then it wouldn't wither Land That prized, all wizened grey So I heard you say Quiet through the lake Take A little piece of you Just to put it where you wouldn't find To carry something with me Have a woeful mind and make it something better If I'd known a little then it wouldn't wither Am I far enough to make it something better If I'd known a little then I wouldn't wither Only ghost and soar until the brink gets bigger Only sour taste of love on tongue gets bitter So I hold you Lor And I fold In your lows Ah-h-h Oh-h-h Oh-h-h Oh-h-h So it's hard to know That you're mine to stow Oh wind You called to some degree A path shapes up your shins With no reason in the wineskins So I hold you Lo (hold you Lor) And I fold (and I fold and I fold) In your lows Ah-h-h Oh-h-h (Don't go) Oh-h-h Oh-h-h (Don't go) So it's hard to know That you're mine to stow Ah-h-h
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