wind_through_the_trees
Joana.
Oh
my
deserted
one
You
must
put
down
your
father's
gun
When
the
sundial
reaches midday
Shut
your
eyes
and
then
look
away
Something's
wrong
,
they're
all
gone
I
will
walk
through
the
long
,
long
grass
and
say
your
name
Shot
through
the
chest
and
head
She
killed
everyone
stone
dead
And
the
wind
blew
once
more
through
the
trees
Now
she's
coming
straight
back
to
me
Little
things
,
the
insect's
sting
I
will
walk
through
the
long
,
long
grass
and
say
you're
Running
from
the
dark
Look
what
you
have
done
Running
from
the
dark
Look
what
you
have
done
But
you
can't
run
from
me
Cause
I'm
the
wind
through
the
trees
No
you
can't
hide
from
me
Running
from
the
dark
Look
what
you
have
done
Running
from
the
dark
Look
what
you
have
done
But
you
can't
run
from
me
Cause
I'm
the
wind
through
the
trees
No
you
can't
hide
from
me
Cause
I'm
the
wind
through
the
trees
{
Ed
Harcourt}
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...
farmfish
good
cal
Joanna
.
ed
harcourt
is
thee
shit
,
he's
comin'
to
pittsburgh
this
summer
.
we
be
goin'
to
see
this
here
choirboy.
020526
...
farmfish
cal?
hmmm
.
could
it
be
that
i
be
forgettin'
thee
second
"
l
?"
yes
,
it
could
very
well
be
that
i
be
doin'
that
neglectful
shit
.
020526
...
starved
whispering
slyly
the
indictment
of
my
failings
a
bit
of
mockery
here
and
there
the
sinister
foliage
that
pollenates
within
the
confines
of
my_pretty_private_hell
020526
...
three words
largest
census
wind_through_the_trees
110429
...
Doar
a
longing
or
revenge
,
is
what
i
read
from
this
.
a
disposable
and
reversed
love
.
.
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