Holy Hive

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Sanatçı: Holy Hive

albüm: Harping

Roll out from the softness of your slumber
The sand is hot like a shooting star
The January snow is closer than you know
It's only
A smile from the face and wave of the hands
That you've been counting on
Disguise that color that's born
From the yellow sun
A cold affair that white fell from
The winter storm
And we'll be holding lies and meanings above
The things themselves
Don't tell me that the days move slowly
Can't I lay these??? fell through the floor
The mellow of the day
And the month of May
Are sisters
They can trade their place
Making time and pay?, unheated
Disguise that color that's born
From the yellow sun
A cold affair that white fell from
The winter storm
And you'll be holding work and meanings above
The things themselves

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