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I just wanted to share a bit of my creative process with you! Support and follow! Patreon: Instagram: Watch more videos! Originals: Covers: Lyrics: Restitution: is that the poor man’s salvation? Assuming there’s enough to go around Consternation from our forebears means nothing Those people ran our city to the ground Crickets on the porch Cattails in the harbor swinging Whispers from the North Victory bells in a churchyard ringing Can I reach you with the language of my father When my own mother tongue is clearly tied? Can I touch you? I’m just a ripple in the water I won’t have left a mark when you are dry Rich men on TV Bills spread out on the kitchen t