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Peach Daze
I woke at the edge of the river
Cold splashed against clammy skin
As I held my hand in front of my eyes
To hide my face from the rising sun
I was born from these hills
Clay of the land mixed with blood of my fathers
I try to hold my head up high
Under the weight of the poison in my veins
I long to be born again.
Whispers of stone
Washed in melting snow
And red morning glow
Sing calm to my soul
Against an early breath of Autumn.
Cold splashed against clammy skin
As I held my hand in front of my eyes
To hide my face from the rising sun
I was born from these hills
Clay of the land mixed with blood of my fathers
I try to hold my head up high
Under the weight of the poison in my veins
I long to be born again.
Whispers of stone
Washed in melting snow
And red morning glow
Sing calm to my soul
Against an early breath of Autumn.
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