So the Story Goes

"I close my eyes to the sound of the sky -- and I see
Birds in the trees in pastures green
Nothing to do with the time or the place -- I perceive
The rush of the sea beneath my feet

Such a lovely world, oh so magical
Precious like a pearl wrapped up in a shell
Build your house of stone on a bed of sand
Time and tide will rise,
Washing through your hands..."

Erasure: So the Story Goes
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