Provision me
Just my tune
the orchestra palls in insignificance
I stood by your dreams
forgetting the past
the pitter patter of rain recalls
Meanwhile we looked the same
from a place with no name
Silver boned islands appeared
With black furrows marks
provisions you
This I promise you
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