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Wooden Arms
burial radio edit
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Sometimes I sink
Little by little
Without pain
No nor ability to think
And with the dull lethargic consciousness of life
And the presence of black wings furled around my bed at night
Encroaching until the crisis of disease
Restored me suddenly, perfectly, to life
I am yours
So it goes