Nostalgia
David Sylvian
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Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
Im cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
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The sound of waves in a pool of water
Im drowning in my nostalgia
