River Whyless
cedar dream part i
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The old shed with the boxes,
They leak something.
And your old bed with the new spread,
It creaks something right to me.
Right to me.
The cinder and the timber,
One road to be alone.
The cabin weâd have died in,
And finally we were home, so we had to leave.
So we had to leave.