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looking for familiar faces in an empty windowpane
listening for the secret searching for the sound
but i could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds
willow sky i walk and wonder why
they say love your brother but you will catch it if you try
roll you down the line boy drop you for a loss
ride you out on a cold rail and nail you to a cross
november and more as i wait for the score
they're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door
a slow winter day a night like forever
sink like a stone float like a feather
- Robert Peterson, 1974, Ice Nine Music
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