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Sevenotwo: Not asleep, I was listening to the tale in Josh Ritter's Song "The Curse"
Its a love story meets Indiana Jones...
He opens his eyes falls I love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines and how full of life
After thousands of years what a face to wake up to
He holds back a sigh as she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where 'til now he's been sleeping
And under miles of stone, the dried fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone starts back to it's beating7
Its a love story meets Indiana Jones...
He opens his eyes falls I love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines and how full of life
After thousands of years what a face to wake up to
He holds back a sigh as she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where 'til now he's been sleeping
And under miles of stone, the dried fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone starts back to it's beating7
Oh thats sounds lovely...where can I look it up?
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Not asleep, I was listening to the tale in Josh Ritter's Song "The Curse"
Its a love story meets Indiana Jones...
He opens his eyes falls I love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines and how full of life
After thousands of years what a face to wake up to
He holds back a sigh as she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where 'til now he's been sleeping
And under miles of stone, the dried fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone starts back to it's beating
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