The falls, they are many
The falls, they are great
The falls, they hurt
The falls, they break
The wounds, they are heavy
The scrapes, oh they ache
The fractures, the fractures
They bind us to our beds
The hearts, they are broken
The pieces, they are stomped
The hopes, they are sprinkled
Upon the fieriest of coals
We have mourned the journey
We have cursed the ravine
But what shall heal you, honey?
Kisses or Medicine?
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