The Wrens - Fall Sky | Текст песни

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• The Wrens
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Without a sound to break through
In the flowing of their eyes
I sit and watch rekindled flickers
Dance to wake the night
Stepping through the softness
Of the frigid warmth in light
The caution in the footsteps
Takes me years to forget right

On, it's going
to the form
to the motion
Often, flowing
It is worn
It is woven

Exhaling I find the time
To breathe it in again
The ghost in me
Remembers past the time
I knew it then
The patterns detailing
A focus on the still-life glen
Caught between the motion
And the color in the bends

On, it's going
to the form
to the motion
Often, flowing
It is worn
It is woven

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