Song | Under the Dock Leaves |
Artist | Gothica |
Album | The Cliff of Suicide |
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You slide across the branches, | |
Your glitter is fertile pollen, | |
You're shadows in the shape of leaves. | |
A wind that ripples the crest of waves against the current, | |
You caress the rivers but you are the springs. | |
Your eyes: buds which are moistened by the dew, | |
Beyond webs of obscurity. | |
The branches swing you | |
Then you glide on your transparent wings. |