And when the ghostly dust of violence traces everything ~ circles by soul coughing
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time ~ all my love by led zep
Dumb luck is only the luck I ever knew
I'd make a wish but I don't think it'd ever come true
Dandelion, I guess I'll leave it up to you - dandelion by charlotte gainsbourg
Who'll come and bless them in the middle of the sea?
With the winds-a-blowing right to the bone
When the pipes are calling, will you take our bodies home? - rest by syd matters
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