:thumb138593970: That I might be a part of this,
Ripple on water from a lonesome drip
A fallen tree that witnessed me,
Him alone, him and me.

And that life itself could not aspire,
To have someone be so admired,
I threw creation to my kin,
With a silence broken by a whispered wind.

All of this can be broken,
All of this can be broken,
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.
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(From Devil's Spoke [link] by Laura Marling)
(For your consideration, a version [link] with Mumford & Sons and Dharohar Project)












