Maybe I’m famished or simply alive Maybe I’m Stockholm and you’ve been the lie Maybe the green moss breaks the tree bark makes the winter rain, here it is to stay I say a name it’s the wrong one again It makes no clouds whisper, makes no raven a friend to me
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Loving Green (Raven Again)
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Maybe I’m famished or simply alive Maybe I’m Stockholm and you’ve been the lie Maybe the green moss breaks the tree bark makes the winter rain, here it is to stay I say a name it’s the wrong one again It makes no clouds whisper, makes no raven a friend to me