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Oct 2011
The burning words,
Rest softly in my throat,
If I could only speak them once,
So well that you would feel them,
I'd trade all the world,
Just for you to hear them.

Just for you to hear them,
I'd trade all the world.
So well that you would feel them,
If I could only speak them once.
Rest softly in my throat,
The burning words.
Jack Touchet
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Jack Touchet
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   --- and Bruised Orange
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