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He won't speak to me.
His crooked mouth is full of dead leaves.
Full of dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden,
Crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn.
He is dissolving, dissolving before me and dawn will come soon...
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 MistyMore music by Kate Bush
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