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winter is a solipsist it can't believe that spring exists that's a song I tried to start but never could complete until now I've feel the downpour, the flash flood, the end of a dry spell up to my hips in the warm mud where no flowers grew but now they do Bas Jan Ader went to sea searching for the mystery the page on which I wrote that part Songtextewas crumpled in defeat (until now) I feel the ice break, the dam burst, the end of a dry spell and as the fields slake an old thirst and growth starts anew I tip my head back and drink well, the pen and the inkwell are full of you I feel the pull of you the fount of you it's on account of you Aus Songtexte Mania