Laura Veirs - Caving

The small caravan made its way over midnight, the "Black Hills" I saw from afar the slow progress of his brilliance on foot, you know Made me pine for the light Where are you when I love thee to the caverns of my heart Would you light the lamp is love? Prefer the lamp? And see fish without eyes bats with their heads hanging down on the ground Would you still be around as around? I believe in you in your honesty and your eyes, even when they are drunk in the mudof my death a large part of me is always and forever in the light of your eyes, your eyes connected

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