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maybe it'll be in a kitchenperhaps we'll pass upon a stairpolitely we'll hold our bodieswith our words, be sure to take caredays awaynotes you scratched on a branch with a penknifenotes of smoke in the piney airmemory unfolds like a pocketed noteI smooth it out, until it flows free and fairdays awayit's not the length of our yearsnor the quantityrather it's the depth of our time herethat can grant immortalitydays away Aus Songtexte Mania