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so slow - a god's moving in your
hair to make them - we're sorry
beats on so slow - you swept all
goodnight - should it be a thorn
in my side we never quite
the red from my cheeks
broke that horse - she slept in
the cul-de-sac rye seven miles
for the iron shoes we nailed to
i didn't hear you come back
from my front porch - bundle up
and come with me now down the
inside - i light up the gas in
road to the burnt down barn
we could make a blanket of coats
