Текст (слова) песни: Red House Painter - Dragonflies
this is the first you spoke of it in your black magic house in a cold damp attic two windows stare at us like eyes behind them december`s dark early morning sky and a couple of dead trees with their ornamental stars i thought by now that i figured your head out until now i thought i figured your body out so please help me to understand because i love you more than anyone i wonder in what fields today you`re chasing dragonflies at play my little lost girl so far away
this is the first you spoke of it
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