Posted by one song lifelong come and gone, seasons arranged and blown along, mind on the matter loosely gripping what the eyes have seen.
one step tripped back and softly dreaming, the window is closing, time is winning, the door for the day shrieks like pain.
In the open field with the clouds and rain where the horses took us to our graves the voice of thunder announced our new awakening.
Mouse on a trestle, a whisper in the bush, bundle of lights in the sky concentrating…this is where we become.
scratch lyrics for Autumn Song BBC rjh
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