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Piano Magic Writers Without Homes

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I loved you when you loved me and then we were done There's a silence on the railway There's a bad curse on the land And this season writes a rainstorm

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He lived a boy's life He loved his "Camp Mohawk" on Viele`s Creek And he loved to work on problems, drifting in his canoe Lightning days He hated formalities

Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire I have

heart and snow on my pills The season is long and this season kills Don't you ever think that you might love me? The season is long and I'm coming home

: Music won't save you from anything but silence Not from heartbreak, not from violence

: It's the same dream that lasts all night but I can only keep this It's Halloween and I'm chasing you round the other kids On a moonlit lawn in a skull

: There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that