Eclipse | Equinox
- Drums in the Deep
In Bloom
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Ambergris.
Your beak found its home in my stomach.
I can't dissolve it, nor can I bring it upon myself to throw it back up.
Calcified.
Precious, precious Ambergris.
O' the summer time is gone.
And the trees are brown and cryin'.
And I can't hold on to time.
But for you, my dear, I'm tryin'.