Adèle Gerard
mardi 10 août 2010
vendredi 6 août 2010
Moon
mercredi 4 août 2010
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Where I came from there were no hills at all, the land was flat, the highway straight and wide... My brother and I would drive for hours like we had years instead of days. Our faces as pale as the dirty snow.
Once I knew there was a love divine, then came a time I thought it knew me not.
Who can forgive forgiveness where forgiveness is not ?
Only the lamb as white as snow.
And the water, it was icy as it washed over me,
And the moon shone above me...
Now this dry ground it bears no fruit at all. Only poppies laugh under the crescent moon.
The road refuses strangers, the land the seeds we sow. Where might we find the lamb as white as snow?
As boys we would go hunting in the woods, to sleep the night shooting out the stars... Now the wolves are very passing stranger, every face we cannot know
If only a heart could be as white as snow
If only a heart could be as white as snow
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