I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain-Joanna Newsom
little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'
silently from all the blooming cherry trees
in tiny nooses, safe from everyone
nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
be a woman, be a woman!
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