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music & lyrics by Mint Fork
She came here on a train near indore
She stayed too late
She wasn’t sure she wanted a little more
Leaves are crushed
Mint in hand
She came here for the rain with the fall out
She wasn’t sure if she wanted a little more
Fork in hand
Another past time
Dimes fall in the street near indore
The night is black
The moon is crawling over the light
Desperate sand
Is so unkind
Prayers fall in the east near indore
Beneath the cracks that built the sky
One by one
Old sun on borrowed time
This is such an expected use of the items I brought for the project from India. I love it, thank you.
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