There's a winter storm with my name on itAnd it's
I was good at tending barThey called me Our Lady
Where the hell did it go?They say he spent it
(for Kurt Cobain)I could never see your faceTo see if
In the cool hour of the eveningThe garden gold and
The hawk and the sparrow flew up togetherThough the sparrow
She is the sugar of the islandsShe is the coffee
Well I never go visit my motherLike my father and
This is not an age of faithThis is not an
I am waiting for the Good Humor Manto come driving
What if you do nothing with your lifeRun no races,strive
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