The Indian Night
The crows sing
Until you cover your eyes
Crossed up in the night when the dead are living
And I’m still sipping
She walks away never forgetting
Moved to the land of the strangers
Finding joy in the simplest of lies
The piece of you I had admired dies
Copyright © Motion Ocean | Year Posted 2012
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