the landscape starts in the morning light
bleeding: the soft fluff of the night's lye
he is still full of sleep, the charm draws
as if the depths of our river were not flowing
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" measured swearing is always the reality" Wonderfully conceived theme of the life song. Thanks for sharing.10 points.