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My Heart To Joy
Old Capitals
My Heart To Joy
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My Heart To Joy
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We only speak through these machines
Bending blades of grass
Cutting rings into trees
I drag myself from this bed we've made
Our warmth has escaped
I know these fronts will change
Bending blades of grass
Cutting rings into trees
I drag myself from this bed we've made
Our warmth has escaped
I know these fronts will change
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