Eleven Weeks - Vansire

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[ar:Vansire]
[al:The Rolling, Driftless North]
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[00:00.00]Eleven Weeks - Vansire
[00:20.39]Since we last spoke
[00:24.11]The past eleven weeks
[00:27.91]The stacks of paper left me feeling
[00:33.73]Like sentience is not quite what it seems
[00:41.37]When we last wrote
[00:45.02]It was the sun and me
[00:48.88]With cliffs as high
[00:50.76]And fears as deep
[00:53.04]With my magnum opus
[00:56.14]My starry-eyed recitative
[01:02.88]The color on these trees
[01:07.79]It's like something from a movie
[01:13.71]Last night I smiled
[01:18.38]While laughing at a moonbeam
[01:21.48]We're all moving
[01:33.71]I felt awoke
[01:37.34]Our summer music spree
[01:41.54]My reflections on being cut free
[01:47.12]It's turning out to be the strength I need
[01:54.61]I hope you know
[01:58.34]That there's still joy for me
[02:02.22]In fleeting moments
[02:04.15]I take relief
[02:07.53]In my suspicion that these past months
[02:11.29]Were a dream
[02:16.10]You should see these trees
[02:21.09]It's like something from a movie
[02:26.94]And when she smiles
[02:31.48]The earth's no longer moving
[02:34.87]The thought's soothing