ribbonsso throw itmy ribbons of lightthat I gave youlong agogive them upwords are used and wornspentturn awaybefore I jump;you probablydon't want to see the bloodthis is what you've done
Soft PlacesIn these soft placeswhere we dreamleave nothing behindtomorrow I'll be goneburn it all awayashesblow me like the wind,sorrow runs deeprivers of bloodinto my veinscarry me far awayto fields and cottagesand dasies, tomorrow..carry me to the soft placesBut then it will be too latefor you to open your eyes,because ashes replant themselves.
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