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Artista: Fields Waves that are crashing And clouds that are turning A premonition of sails that are burning I woke up in silence And looked out my window It’s weathers like these That turn women to widows Drawn by another Into each other Lie in the heathers Woven to covers Sleep out the dead weight Fragile as feathers Welcome the waves that’ll bring you back to me Call on the ravens and send them out to sea Feathers of stray birds that lead you the way home It’s weathers like these that turn women to widows Drawn by another Into each other Lie in the heathers Woven to covers Sleep out the dead weight (looking for some way to put this to sleep) Fragile as feathers
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