Lyrics
And feel the wind blow, as we're pushed inside by the weather. A season. Time. Thrown as we end our playful endeavor. Your hair is a tangled sign of the mischief we embraced. We share a contented sigh as I lean to kiss you on your rosy, windblown face. All thought seems impaired, all sought found in err, all plot ends unfair, all thought undone. The wind chime knows when the clock face cries it's forever. Into your eyes grown, and I'm lifted, blown like a feather. If there was an angle to try and we missed it such is fate. The singular thing that we learn from our mistakes is that we make so many mistakes. Now its all in pieces, recalling pieces, its all in pieces, all things are not intended. A taste of wine, coal, and the ink that's forming these letters will push a time fold and combine our senses together. If never amounts to a smile or nothing we'll sedate, and bury the memories of all of the things that never happened, but could never replace.
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