Cars they sound like waves that are breakingOn some distant shoreI gazed so hard into the great aching skyIt seemed that I， I wasn’t here no moreThat my rushing blood was a riverMy eyes two starsMy blowing hair all a quiverA whispering field of grassThat murmurs as you passOh my darlin’ KathleenThat whispers out your name
-David gray
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