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Wintering
автор:
Laura Gibson
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In [bad word] days I may take to flight Circling the trees like a bird bound south But I always float back down on my lazy wings To the frozen ground, to my apathy And just as sure as the days grow short Somehow we're always waiting In [bad word] days don't you be surprised If I hibernate, if I hide my eyes So if you found me down some dark hideaway We could wait around, could watch the shadows change And just as sure as the days grow short Somehow we're always waiting So I may call you up and I may be inclined To get [bad word] on words, to be short on time And just as sure as the days grow short Somehow we're always waiting
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