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empty fields

empty fields, running
off to the mist, are you
going there? I have
come from there. spices
fill my nose, as they're
crushed in my fist, oh this
weight I bear, I have
come from there. let the
waters flow, running
off to the mist, are you
going there? I have
come from there. let the
road we ride slowly
cease to exist, oh this
weight I bear, are you
going there, are you
going there, are you
going there.

something with tabla & wailing

empty heart, running
off to be kissed, are you
going there? I have
come from there. our dream
filled my mind, as I
ceased to exist, oh this
weight I bear, I have
come from there. let the
teardrops flow, running
away from this, are you
going there? I have
come from there. let the
love we seek never
cease to exist, oh this
weight we share, never
getting there, never
getting there, never
getting there.

(originally published at http://www.swinney.org/journals/article.phtml?id=3833)
Saturday, April 9. 2005
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