" ...And something warm and soft just passed through here It took the precious things that I hold dearer It rifled through the cling and disappeared..." Deadwing by Porcupine Tree (2005)
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" ...And something warm and soft just passed through here It took the precious things that I hold dearer It rifled through the cling and disappeared..." Deadwing by Porcupine Tree (2005)
