PRIVET

from by CROW JANE

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sunday morning, still not 5 am
dreams are scattered all around my brain
night has stolen all my senses
I can't find myself
then I found you right beside me
morning comes again

privet, privet...

moscow winter grows inside our bed
can I hold you, can you touch me
sun is here again

privet, privet...
privet, privet, privet, privet...

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from CONTRADICTION, released February 7, 2014

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Crow Jane Valencia, Spain

Anyone wanting to paint the dark would use a black marker. Yet darkness is not black, nor smooth. Not even the darkest nights manage to conceal contours, the lightest shades of a color; though it does, indeed, take four minutes for the sight to
adjust. The length of a song. Crow Jane's journey is the journey of the eye adjusting to darkness to discern its shapes, to help you unravel the night.
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