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Brett Anderson - Unsung
Plans, all those intricate plans,
Left like gloves on the railings,
Slipping through your hands.
Clouds, those impossible clouds,
Are gathering now,
Soar like a love song,
That stutters life-long
Unsung
Soar like a swallow,
That circles life-long
Unsung ...
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