royal wood - the roaming sky lyrics
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professing to the roaming sky
turning round in salt i’d lye
for i’m not always the surest one
i ask the heavens what should be done
should i wait for your return?
or snuff the candle so no wicked burn
or maybe i should encourage it
to bring about the sun
sun…sun come out
surely that will bring the spring
for winter is the grayest thing
hands move slower then and…
than the flesh that’s eaten off the man
sun…sun come out
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