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For me Little rivers from my hands Pool at the bottom of the stairs My face Oh, the cities in my eyes Doves in the sky Oh, the crack again The rainwater Came from father's eyes He was made of stone Glorious Watch as the curtain came down And wet the hungry rabbits Flooding the land My heart Oh, the twist of cruel cold turn To wring me free Dry eyes by the subtle waters' rise Dirt will crack again Dirt will crack again From Letras Mania