yeah, all mossed up, alone oh
asleep on great stone slabs with you
you because you'd be dead and me
I'm a romantic so, there'd we'd be
all the firelight nightlight phosphorescent fish-glow
I want to stop and see five years ago what
deep woods stuff I said because
it all repeats is winter I can't
see through my hair I got such
moss
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