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Sarah Kirkland SniderSongNausicaa Lyrics
Sarah Kirkland Snider Song Lyrics to Nausicaa
Don’t be afraid, Stranger
I’m not afraid,I’m not afraid of you.
You look so lost, Stranger
But you’re not lost,
‘Cause I’ve just found you.
Just take my hand, Stranger
Just take my hand
And I will lead you home.
Sarah Kirkland Snide
Don’t be afraid, Stranger
I’m not afraid,I’m not afraid of you.
You look so lost, Stranger
But you’re not lost,
‘Cause I’ve just found you.
Just take my hand, Stranger
Just take my hand
And I will lead you home.
Sarah Kirkland Snide
Sarah Kirkland SniderSongOpen Hands Lyrics
Sarah Kirkland SniderLyricSongLyrics to Open Hands
Here’s an ugly little something,Broken bit of who knows what
Here’s a bloody little secret
What I did and what I thoughtHere is what I lost forever
Open hands, a certain laugh
Here is what I thought I wanted
Some lost smile in a photograph.
Sarah Kirkland Snide
Here’s an ugly little something,Broken bit of who knows what
Here’s a bloody little secret
What I did and what I thoughtHere is what I lost forever
Open hands, a certain laugh
Here is what I thought I wanted
Some lost smile in a photograph.
Sarah Kirkland Snide
Sarah Kirkland Snider SongThe Honeyed Fruit Lyrics
Sarah Kirkland SniderLyricSongLyrics to The Honeyed Fruit
The honeyed fruit they offered dripped forgetfulness. Those who tasted it fell where they were, dreaming, their faces smeared smiling with the sweetness of the end of any desire for home. I drove them, weeping, to their rowing benches and tied them in, but still they moaned, straining to look back over their shoulders at the disappearing shore, like children carried off from their calling mothers.
Sarah Kirkland Snide
The honeyed fruit they offered dripped forgetfulness. Those who tasted it fell where they were, dreaming, their faces smeared smiling with the sweetness of the end of any desire for home. I drove them, weeping, to their rowing benches and tied them in, but still they moaned, straining to look back over their shoulders at the disappearing shore, like children carried off from their calling mothers.
Sarah Kirkland Snide
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