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Mar 2013
your hands are strangers to me.

without the breathing
crystal scent of
the river
on your calloused
finger tips,

you're playing the same chords but I can't recognize the song.
2011(mkb)
MKB
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MKB  Seattle
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   ---, Mike Fashé and Sammi
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