Lyrics

the hem of her dress spills over, what covers the seat, n'flutters in the breeze like, caterpillars on a leaf, hair the hue of lions, beaches dried by morning suns, promise you will write me a poem, of who i am 'for sadness comes, oh it comes in slow slow whispers, when it comes feels like long long winters, she placed her hand in the sun and, with her shadow smoothed me down, turn your mind down low now, hold me close 'for madness comes, oh it comes in slow slow whispers, when it comes feels like long long winters, let it come in slow slow whispers, let it come with its long long winters

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Artist: torrini, emiliana