She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette is bound to Writhe Light birds and fireflies settle around her Days grow, long strange feeling, waterfalls shine this time of year Our lives go down the stream, shooting the rapids bright as gold The arms you gave me bright as the eye of the hurricane We're all just the sage going. Every moment is perfect, no sin is a jewel If man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool Watching seasons go as sunshine turns blue and blue so close The great ghost feeling the music is The moment is perfect, the eye's a jewel If man is a prophet with the mercy of a foolThese lyrics stolen from http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mleone/dead-lyrics.html and attributed to Jerry Stratton (jerry@teetot.acusd.edu)
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