The wind plays flute Through the cellar door And on my window sill Plays a sad old song I hope tonight You will touch my hair And draw ghosts on my back
Walk the shore Too impassable Shout at screaming waves Shout at silent rocks I think tonight I'll dream of salty tongues So tears drip down my legs
The wind plays song Through the cellar door And on my window sill Plays a sad old song I hope tonight You will touch my hair And draw ghosts on my back
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