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Richard Buckner Lyrics
Mile Lyrics
Where the way has clearly won
understand whether night
made us go or let us come
roughly gone a final mile
not to say just another
calling back,
but (nothing sees us as we drive out
where we shouldn�t�ve.)
tinder torn, spread again,
can�t compare or tell you who
(being here leaves it in:
what over-there wouldn�t do,
sure and set-up, almost kneeling
in lost design,
always thought-of �) turns up holding
and looks behind
and sticks around: disappears.
Enough is taken and kept alive ---
just a let: a place to go
to put it off in rendered time
What�s a followed sight to rumble,
left unwound
if it stays back?: I�ll be broken
and passed around.
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