At the last you’re taken from the coil And the snowflakes crack my skin
So lost in the sound of her voice I don’t hear the words she scatters black and white on the table in picture and verse
Not every one gets cut by the rose But we all bleed the same I walk the side of the road She walks the edge of the day
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