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Mar 2011
You have a presence that shakes the air around you
And I imagine everywhere you go
Subtle music is beautifully vibrating
Sometimes
I
Can
Hear
It
Slow and mournful
You make the song that
I want to listen to at my
Funeral
From above
Weeping strings fade to black
Written by
ERR
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