Flour, wind, water
GATHERING STICKS (OUTRO) (E A D G B E)
The sky is grey. The air is cool. The path is wet. But only for now.
WAITING FOR MY BOY TO COME BACK TO ME (E A D G B E, capo 1) When will my boy come back to me? I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to sleep. ...
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