Dead Cloud
(Robert Pollard)
lets sit in the sun,
'cension if the sun should be sunlight in?,
send its sound,
unto you dead cloud.
on high.
she said to send the sunlight to me.
shout from, in the air, direction,
in conclusion with when shall be.
count the fires, and for you sweet dreamers -- desire.
she said to send the sunlight to me.
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