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Morning Hollow - Sparklehorse (闪马)

Written by：mark linkous

In the silver morning hollow

Trembling and getting old

Smelling burnt oil of heaven

About ten years too big to hold

She don't get up when I come into the room

She don't run through the fields anymore

Built a fire in the kitchen

Made her bed by a stove

Took a walk to the graveyard

But she didn't want to go

She don't worry all them murders of crows

Even though they was always out of reach

She don't get up when I come into the room

She don't run through the fields anymore