There's nothing left to want,
And everything to need.
Surmised, but not forgotten;
Trespassing through the trees.
And when the clouds do wake,
And let out all their rain,
There I will be waiting
For you to come again.
And everything to need.
Surmised, but not forgotten;
Trespassing through the trees.
And when the clouds do wake,
And let out all their rain,
There I will be waiting
For you to come again.
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