Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Weird Divide”
- several days a month you made the mile to my house, and had me do a stroll with you. far below a furry moon our purposes crossed the weird divide between our kinds the silver leaves of ailing trees took flights as we passed so long ago but a short time i know. it pleases me this memory has swollen up with age. even time can do good things to you.
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