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To the blinding hopes full of mystery
To my head my clouds
To my lucky tree
The one growing old in the yard of limbs
The one that still holds when the winter brings
Me white cold insanity
I could say a few words
With a light bold simplicity
So they can be heard
To the rising tide of anxiety
The dividing wall between you and me
Now we’re getting old
We have learn things
That will ever hold when the winter brings
Us white cold insanity
I could say a few words
To my head my clouds
To my lucky tree
The one growing old in the yard of limbs
The one that still holds when the winter brings
Me white cold insanity
I could say a few words
With a light bold simplicity
So they can be heard
To the rising tide of anxiety
The dividing wall between you and me
Now we’re getting old
We have learn things
That will ever hold when the winter brings
Us white cold insanity
I could say a few words
With a light bold simplicity
So they can be heard
Keep my dreams awake
Like a wish in the well
Steep them a little
So I can hear their whistle
So they can be heard
Keep my dreams awake
Like a wish in the well
Steep them a little
So I can hear their whistle
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