instead of contrition
give me dances in winter
from the hidden veils,
eyes begging music
in all your languages
if i listen
somewhere
the surface of a star is born
love won't crumble
walled by unseen circumstances
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instead of contrition give me dances in winter from the hidden veils, eyes begging music
in all your languages
if i listen
somewhere the surface of a star is born
love won't crumble walled by unseen circumstances
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