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I come with mud
From yellow bogs
Pulling on calves
Oh, I come with love
East shores afar
Fumbling on par
The sound of long gone brains
To keep me awayke
I stepped off the shoe blade
To reach your wispy glade
The breath of earth calls to me
Whispers soothe tenderly
Touched with interest, I see
Nature′s grace, bound to be
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Writer(s): Dragos Chiriac, Jessy Caron, Emmanuelle Proulx Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
