1966
by Moon Tides
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a taste of the cold air
the warmth in your bold stare
haunts me
the time that we're wasting
the words bitter tasting
to you
mountains seem lonely
without holding closely
to you
days full of promise
time creeps up on us
slowly
the warmth in your bold stare
haunts me
the time that we're wasting
the words bitter tasting
to you
mountains seem lonely
without holding closely
to you
days full of promise
time creeps up on us
slowly
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released 01 January 2012
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