Counting Crows —
In between the moon and you
Angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
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You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.
In between the moon and you
Angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
Categorised as: Blogs | Lyrics, Poetry | Music
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