Oh love,
there is no tire to your name
all the dirt in this dusty hollow-
spring time for your heart
for all them parched little mouths
Be a part
i can't be apart from your love
from all them tired little eyes
In the hour of misguided nights
that rest in my palm
there'll be no idle
no more lonesome
for my heart can't go where it is sent from
it can't stand where it is crippling
so farewell my love.
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