Hearts break and Nations war over the slightest things: a fumbled moan in a doorway, a twist of sand in the wind.
Hearts break and Nations war, and the watery salt they spill falls ever on thirsting ground, and from this nurturing rain stories spring.
Prelude from "Turquoise Moon"
Hearts break and Nations war, and the watery salt they spill falls ever on thirsting ground, and from this nurturing rain stories spring.
Prelude from "Turquoise Moon"
Manuela Cardiga
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