I don’t claim to understand the troubles that you’ve had.
But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles in your lap and the lions that they led you to lie down and take a nap.
The ones you fear are wind and air…
and I love you without measure…
it seems we can be happy now, be it better late than never.
Sweetheart, come to me.
~ Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, Sweetheart Come
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