cathedrals casting shadows on the ground ,
the light is getting lower ,
Fingers reaching out for water ,
The river is dry .
So you'll have to hide yours tears ,
Til the clouds bring your friend .
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
cathedrals casting shadows on the ground ,
the light is getting lower ,
Fingers reaching out for water ,
The river is dry .
So you'll have to hide yours tears ,
Til the clouds bring your friend .
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