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About
On a colder day
The wet-window face is mine
Too new to be seen
And this woman scared
Looked to steel for cold comfort
Drew a spiders line
On her ancient heart
Saw no sun in the flowers
Where she once had played
The wet-window face is mine
Too new to be seen
And this woman scared
Looked to steel for cold comfort
Drew a spiders line
On her ancient heart
Saw no sun in the flowers
Where she once had played