Woodland Hunter (Part 2)
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Lyrics
Cold in this soil, and longing for your embrace. Growing old, as time takes whats left in state. then the trees are brown and we all sleep. Heart filled with love, despairing, descending day. will they take both hands will wrest away. flesh, and bone, and time will free us. Exploding with leaves, the wind is the painters brush. Finding lines, and filling the heart with love. down, the trunk, the roots, will feed.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:30
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 133 BPM