"Kingfisher" Joanna Newsom
Whose is the hand that I will hold?
Whose is the face I will see?
Whose is the name that I will call
When I am called to meet thee?
In this life who did you love
Beneath the drifting ashes?
Beneath the sheeting banks of air
That barrenly bore our rations?
When I could speak it was too late
Didn't you hear me calling?
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