879
ave!
hail
full of grace
one
flown
forget
the words
because
I am not here
it's
not with words
to
know
hail
mother was
and
a church of her
choir
fire
so
sings to me
the
brightest paint is sunshine
the
bluest sky clear air
time
runs out
drips
from us
best
dreams are slept away
tin
skin
and
flimsy up
but
sings
hail
one gone
for
history
the
shell beyond
to
show the egg
forget
the words
all
best unsaid
it's
what you taught me
with
your eyes
once
when I came
to
world
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