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TANYA DONELLY >> Merchandise Links
TANYA DONELLY
This perfect day We make our way to the end of it With perfect grace I lay my head in your lap and walk away These days are sweet and strange We're happy in our star-scattered way Always In this my life In this my life as a ghost In this my life My happy life as a ghost I've been lifting out the stains from the stones Planting flowers where you'll never find my bones Seven sisters seven stars shooting home Shouts and whispers of a better fight in better times A day for the sweet and strange Or happy in some star-shattered way Our way In this my life In this my life as a ghost In this my life My happy life as a ghost This perfect day I lay my shield at your feet and beg to stay
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