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| Sundays Static & Silence Folk Song summer sky & a throat bone dry & the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain & it stoned me to my soul i climb higher move towards the fire blaze sun silver trees & a whispering breeze are my sight & my sound the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path when i'm wandering here alone i climb higher move towards the fire blaze sun watch until it dies slow falling from the sky pale fading sun |
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