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Jun 2018
MARIA, LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME
PROTECT FROM THE WOLF THAT WANTS YOUR LOVE
WANTS ME TO BE HIS SWAN,
                                   HIS LILY
WANTS ME TO EAT HIM

BLUE OVER, SOMETIMES YELLOW
WHITE FLOODS
MONEY PROBLEMS HURT AND LEAVE WITHOUT
                                                                ­            WORDS
                                               ­                             WITHOUT
                                                                ­            WISHES
                                              ­                              WITHOUT SALT

HE WHO TOUCHES THE BACK OF MY NECK
AKNOWLEDGES MY WOMAN-ITY
HE OBSERVES NIGHTLY WINDOWSHOPS THINKING THINGS HE COULD BRING FOR MY GLORY
HE MEANS WELL
HE WANTS TO

WE KNOW THAT PAROLE SHARES WITHOUT ANY WORDS
I WAIT FOR THE BOY WHEN THE MAN COMES
STANDS AND STARES BY THE TREE THAT I SIT'N'SING ON
HE HOLDS COLD, HE SHOT WOLF -- NOW IT'S HIS TURN

MARIA, WHO WAS YOUR JESUS?
HOW WELL CAN TWO LOVERS HOLD WITHOUT EACH OTHER FOR YEARS ON?
Daria
Written by
Daria  18/Mosow + Vatican
(18/Mosow + Vatican)   
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