As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea
The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
Where her head and all its black hair did rest
Today she took a train to the West
.NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS.
The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
Where her head and all its black hair did rest
Today she took a train to the West
.NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS.
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