Hold me, comfort me
The stones are nothing but pain tonight
Hold me to your breast
so that I ramble:
The stars are gray as ash
and the road to them
is ablaze with light.
1993
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Hold me, comfort me
The stones are nothing but pain tonight
Hold me to your breast
so that I ramble:
The stars are gray as ash
and the road to them
is ablaze with light.
1993
Hold me, comfort me
The stones are nothing but pain tonight
Hold me to your breast
so that I ramble:
The stars are gray as ash
and the road to them
is ablaze with light.
1993