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the suitcase junket - cupid’s old arrows lyrics

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i belong to the turning of seasons
i belong to the burning of brush
i got a home in my rhyme and my reason
i got a home in the reed and the rush

of gray winter days
of gray winter days

i won’t leave ‘til i finish my living
i won’t leave all these changing of ways
i’ll hold on to the me that i’m given
i’ll hold on ‘til i’m taken away

by gray winter days
by gray winter days

the skeleton of tree against the sea gray sky
the ghosts of birds and flurries flirting pass me by
but i won’t trade away this day at any price

i will die in the fog of a shadow
i will die like a dog all alone
i will find all of cupid’s old arrows
i will find all those beautiful bonеs

of gray winter days
of gray winter days
of gray winter days
of gray winter days

- the suitcase junket

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