Bright Eyes. Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground. Waste of Paint. Bright Eyes. Opgehef of die storie is in die grond, hou jou oor op die grond. Afval van verf.
... blind, you see, no beauty could have come from me I am a waste of breath, of space, of time" I knew a woman, she was dignified and true And her love
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