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He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill
She'll never love him but knows that her father will
Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her
Breast never dries when he's hungry
The money came and she died in her rockin' chair
The window wide and the rain in her braided hair
A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
Like a hymn to the house she was makin'
Blind and whistlin' just around the corner and there's a
Wind that is whisperin' somethin'
Strong as hell but not hickory rooted
She kissed him once 'cause he gave her a cigarette
And turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
And summer left like her walkin' with another and a
Sound of a church bell ringin'
The money came and he died like a butterfly
A buried star and the haze of the city lights
A gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the
Blue feathered wing, we were lucky
Blind and whistlin' just around the corner and there's a
Wind that is whisperin' somethin'
Strong as hell but not hickory rooted
HATA BİLDİR
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