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- Red House Painters Moments 歌词
- Red House Painters
- Gently in these ragged folds
Curled up and warm like Easter' s child
A breath so faint, angelic weight
I can' t deny that I drift sometimes
Even in these loving moments
To summery fields I call my own
Where I can lie and in them feel
At one with my death with limbs outstretched
I can' t deny that I' m weak sometimes
Even in my strongest moments
And the way you cry at me
I don' t know why you stay
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