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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2025-09-02 | | Your eyes, they water my blue horses, Runnin’ back through the sound of me. I hear your voice in the morning, Gallopin’ through that sandy sea. You untie my breath with your kisses, So I don’t hide what you need to see. Hold this song to your temple, darlin’, That shell’s gonna sing back to thee. Keep it close like a sweet red fruit, Like a moon tucked under your sleeve. Hum it low when the lights go out— Let your heart remember me. Don’t let silence steal the magic, Don’t let dreams just fade away. This blues is wrapped around your heartbeat, Play it soft at the end of day. Keep it close like a sweet red fruit, Like a moon tucked under your sleeve. Hum it low when the lights go out— Let your heart remember me.
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