White Was The Night

by Ami Heller

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DM Stith – Braid of Voices


When the ghosts of me refuse to speak
And in my dreams I watch TV
I’m blue inside, I’m the blue light
And I need this town, this white town
And I’m the red blood of this white town
Parade in someone else’s crown
From the back of my head tied to the back of my head tied to the back of my head tied…
A braid of voices: David, David

Unfortunately, I could not come up with the beautiful words above.
Fortunately, DM Stith did.
Happy White Night.

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