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James Vincent McMorrow

Outside, Digging

 

Outside, Digging

(альбом: Post Tropical - 2014)


There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun

Till we existed
Where nothing stood
Bitter how we almost missed
Staggered that it did not flood
When I look back in season
From under root
Cornering for different reasons
Burdened with the lesser fruit
And soft
And soft and shirtless sleeves
Unsteady as it seems

There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun

I wish I had understood my marks
Was not worried about single parts
I cut like a fragment of a single heart
I cut like a fragment of a single heart

There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
There is so

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