par-Joanna Newsom
This is an old song
These are old blues
And this is not my tune
But it's mine to use
And the seabirds
Where the fear once grew
Will flock with a fury
And they will bury
What's come for you
And down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
You and I, and a love so tender
Stretched on the hoop where I stitch this adage
"Bless our house and it's heart so savage."
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