Under a winds warning
And a neccesity of financial fact
Solitary fearful sadness
of a nail pinning my head to the wall
How many stops will I make before I am home?
The Weight I carry tear
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| In Autumn I left Under a winds warning And a neccesity of financial fact Solitary fearful sadness of a nail pinning my head to the wall How many stops will I make before I am home? The Weight I carry tear |
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