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Only Clouds When She's Away (2019)

  • James Long
  • May 5, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Oct 2, 2020

Cause she was


All my stories of home and the songs I sing

Of sorrow, love, war, winter, spring


So what do I do?

When the soul of me rests beside your door?

And where do I go?

When my north star shines where I do not know?


And all I'm sure is that the music that you make when you're around

coaxes the sun from behind roiling storms and bring the life from empty ground

But I've been wandering in this foreign place and I have only thoughts in hand.

How do you till and grow in tundra without the sun to warm the land?

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