864
obey
a pain
winter
comes into these bones
cloud
upon cloud
mist
bitten
made
ghost
not
so far down we're stone
music
comes to me
and
all afloat
you
know the trees
are
reach
touch
and all
take
time
you
were in the other world
when
this one was waking
what
are the odds of us then
what
are the chances we are?
first
thing up rotate a world
it's
date line and equator
the
everywhere ache
is
winter got in
take
the pill
and
swallow
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