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Stoned Syllables (Demo)(Old)
Too Close to the Sun
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At the tale end of Winter, when Spring bgan to take shape,
You raised your chin in hopes that this would all change.
Yet, stoned on each syllable, you said the unthinkable.
I know I’ve fallen for you dear, because you’re singing a
Song that only I can hear.