A springbok, and a stream,
In a melancholy dream
Remind me what you did to me.
My heart, torn at the seams.
Not wanting to stay
Not wanting to speak.
But wanting to be
Link the springbok at the stream
On that sunless day.
A springbok, and a stream,
In a melancholy dream
Remind me what you did to me.
My heart, torn at the seams.
Not wanting to stay
Not wanting to speak.
But wanting to be
Link the springbok at the stream
On that sunless day.
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