Samuel Kinsella - Indian Blanket

This day is overdrawn
A hundred miles
Into your laughing arms, again
Nothing happens when I want
But something’s left undone
I feel that it’s gone too long
This hatred of
All that I could have done, those years
Something so long
So long, these years
All we see and say
We, caught in the line of sight
The harvest gone
Saying the last goodbye, I love you

Written by:
Samuel Kinsella

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