Martin Hall Golden Day Longing
Martin Hall
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Golden Day Longing
Golden Day Longing
Sweet
Golden day longing
I feel it inside
Each breathe that I take
High
High as the empty
It falls on my skin
To cover the burns
Turning silver
See the writing that runs down the wall
Book of reason
I don't need it anymore
Sweet
Golden day longing
No words can explain
The feelings I have