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last weather station
In this whirling world of wild birds
Ragged feathers dot the shoreline
And there’s a life in her eyes
I can see that
Even through glass
Light under glass
It’s a very small car
And she’s driving quite fast
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Ragged feathers dot the shoreline
And there’s a life in her eyes
I can see that
Even through glass
Light under glass
It’s a very small car
And she’s driving quite fast
( Read more... )