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Egyptians hold kisses in wavesLetting go of every thing that I tried to saveYour hands still move up my sleevesThe room ruderess ressing reavesDraw me stillDraw me stillThree men stood in the clearingStaring at the wild white heronSome glasses of wine and a penWhat you take away you can't give back againDraw me stillDraw me stillBroken wings won't bring you homeSoft white tendons, long hollow bonesYou hung those feathers from your ceilingSo the women you bring home lay down loudMobiles are made for turningAnd the women you bring home lay down loud From Letras Mania