in this inn I’ve seen changes oh deliberate without a
Night's summer
Was overcast.
Weighted like a feather,
And all time will
I never want to lay in stone
With the past on
Pretty shoes scratched up the floors
And woke me up with
I'll be the one who carries you
A little voice from
I was waiting when you walked away
Could you know what
Waist deep - hands on the water.
A little boy is
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