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Thistled Spring, 2010



An old love of mine
To wed the worst man she finds
A blossom that's bloomed,
A house that's a tomb,
Trapped in the rhododendron fumes

Bit by the Spring,
Hurt by the thing,
Plagued by the memories that it brings

No peace in the miles,
There's word of the coming of a child
And the broke can still break,
And what time can take,
Somewhere in the rules lies the stakes

Bit by the Spring,
Hurt by the thing,
Plagued by the memories that it brings

Bride-to-be,
My only friend,
Is leaving me
In a Spring with no end

Bride-to-be,
My only friend...