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my darling virginia oh where have you gone?the days in my treehouse are they really done?the fire it burns in the pit of your houseyour watery blouse is the waves of the groundand i will hold you in my armskeep you from flying awaytornadoes inside my eyesdying every daythe air it is filled with the noise of our throatsthe sound of our voices will hover and floatthe notes of our birdsong are crawling awayon eight scary legs they will fade todaythe high-traveled seas are escaping from mecreating a beautiful crownthe sound of your voice washed over medrowning me in the soundthe air in my windpipes is filled with your lifepulsing and driving it will be alrightthe growls of the creatures are reaching our earsthe delicate leer of those wasted yearsthe lift from their necks makes a curious soundstretching up from the groundthe notes they are pouring from their open mouthsspewing forth this sound Aus Songtexte Mania