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Unkind And UnwiseHe was brought up in a house of womenIn a city of heat that gave its children Faith in the fable of coral and fish Told them the world was something to miss I turn to hold you, you're gone Fingers let go, I'm gone That's just a little unkind And just a little unwise That's just a little unkind And just a little unwise The salt in the wind moves over the mudflats Sticks to your skin and rusts up the lights Blows through the ferns that breathe in the dark I try to forget but it's so hard I turn to hold you, you're gone Fingers let go, I'm gone That's just a little unkind And just a little unwise That's just a little unkind And just a little unwise What was once is a falling star It'll hit you and hurt you and open your heart Burn in a river tangled with reeds While a crane on the water silently feeds I turn to hold you, you're gone Fingers let go, I'm gone That's just a little unkind And just a little unwise That's just a little unkind And just a little unwise |