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The line runs through like a train in a book, Or metres underwater, ending with a hookIt sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift, The fine ones are boundaries when there is a riftI'm just pulling on a line, on a line, I'm just pulling on a lineI'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on meThe line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow,Where only those embracing coldness would goIt whistles & it whispers, and sometimes it howls,It sings to me sweetly from the trees & in vowelsI'm just pulling on a line, on a line, I'm just pulling on a lineI'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on meThe line, it writes itself across the dark sky,In the electric flushes ending with a sighIt weaves itself into a fabric so true,and flows just like the river, graceful and blueI'm just pulling on a line, on a line, I'm just pulling on a lineI'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me From Letras Mania