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sold my cold knot, a heavy stone, sold my red horse for a venture home, to vanish on the bow, settling slow, fit it all, fit it in the doldrums, or so the story goes, color the era, film it as historical, my mile could not pump the plumb, in my arbor 'till my ardor trumped, every inner inertia, lump sum, all at once rushing from the sump-pump, or so the story goes, balance we won't know, we will see when it gets warm

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Artist: bon iver