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Jan 13 '13
But I was greedy, I was vain
And I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom, in a closed room
Down the hall...
There’s a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart
Rakes at my heart, heart
The Crane Wife (2) by The Decemberists