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When you can see the vibrations On the sanguine strings When you can soak the sounds And rinse it from the unsaturated air When the quiet head fold softly Falling atop the masters knees without a conscious care That is when And their matters not, where
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Two, Alone With Song
When you can see the vibrations On the sanguine strings When you can soak the sounds And rinse it from the unsaturated air When the quiet head fold softly Falling atop the masters knees without a conscious care That is when And their matters not, where
Two, a master and a hound, alone with song.
colmistoirm
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
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