There grew a heavy draft,
All leaves and tongues were floating
Could it be the throes and calls of the outer walls?
There grew a heavy draft,
All leaves and tongues were floating
Could it be the throes and calls of the outer walls?
Ooh~
String up your harp,
Play like today will last five minutes.
Open your heart,
Sing us a song that stops the silence.
String up your harp,
Play like today will last five minutes.
Open your heart,
Sing us a song that stops the silence.
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