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Palo Santo

The wind that lifts the leaves against the night,
the reeds that bow and bend beneath its weight
this holy sap, its smoky light
they will not hide
The fish that swim inside the murky deep,
the island shores that loom above the sea,
the holy, holy melody
will bring them all to me
Oh, play again that melody,
hidden close to me
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tabs/palo_santo.txt · Last modified: 2015/01/10 12:24 (external edit)