Never such innocence again
This is our beginning; a picture
Someone will think there's a moral in this
I am not there. I do not sleep
Buds of chestnuts, ferns, birch-branch
Ice to river, river to sea
BONK!
I don't want you. Don't tempt me
But otherwise everything is fine
A book, but not as we know it, Jim
In black and white
I will, I think, I might, I am
From this, deliver us, to that, deliver us
SWEEP
The hills above the water, dark animals asleep
If you can keep your house, when all about you are losing theirs...
Dirty British Coaster
And the afternoons, the evenings, the nights
Very Black
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