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Created on 2006-07-10 00:26:00 (#10630526), last updated 2009-11-01
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Basic Info| Name: | it's 1964. |
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| Location: | United States |
Biofrom the morning when i rise from my bed / til the evening when i lay my head in slumber / oh, the loss of you does wreck my days / leaves me with a violent hunger / i will never be free from you / til i escape the lions jaw / theres no welcome in the end, theres no reason to return again.
the mountain stood so large, we were humble / we walked a high and lonely path, the sun beat down on the ground / we looked around us. there were no trees there / we found a creek there. we dipped out feet there / we were alone there. there was still hope there / there had been a great disaster / the hot winds came just after / a tremendous shock was felt / survivors often tell / the trees all hit the ground. death was all around / and not a single lonesome sigh---.
you were hotter to me than the sun that burned me up the day we went to mount saint helens / and if the special death you gave to me is the prize i get to take home solemnly / suffer with the thought that: I could never be your friend. / I could never come back home again.
-mirah, mt saint helens
the mountain stood so large, we were humble / we walked a high and lonely path, the sun beat down on the ground / we looked around us. there were no trees there / we found a creek there. we dipped out feet there / we were alone there. there was still hope there / there had been a great disaster / the hot winds came just after / a tremendous shock was felt / survivors often tell / the trees all hit the ground. death was all around / and not a single lonesome sigh---.
you were hotter to me than the sun that burned me up the day we went to mount saint helens / and if the special death you gave to me is the prize i get to take home solemnly / suffer with the thought that: I could never be your friend. / I could never come back home again.
-mirah, mt saint helens
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