September92013
The touch of morning,
the burning of the frost
 Out the door, 
Oh, Strong hands to hold.
 Good friends that I never lost.
 A chance to breathe again,
a chance for a fresh start.
/Ben Howard- These Waters/

The touch of morning,

the burning of the frost

Out the door,

Oh, Strong hands to hold.

Good friends that I never lost.

A chance to breathe again,

a chance for a fresh start.

/Ben Howard- These Waters/

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