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There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
Tell me this is it
Where nothing starts
Been in where we almost missed
Staggered that it did not flood
And I look back
And see from under look
Pardon it for different reasons
Pardoned with the last self foot
And soft and soft and sure leaves
Steady as the sea
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
I wish I had understand my
Was never either bouncing call
Til I caught like a fragment
Of my single heart
And I caught like a fragment
Of our single love
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
There is so little left
From the warmth of the sun
There is so little left
There is so oh oh oh
Outside Digging - James Vincent McMorrow
