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Jul 2016
What a wicked wind
Blows through the sails tonight
I can’t feel my fingers
And nothing is alright.

I think I’d rather be shipwrecked
Than banished to this life

So darling,
Why’d you leave me out here tonight?
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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