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of you
Howling like a dog
Into the darkest darkness you've ever known
Sighing low
An ancient pine
Deep in the heart of a burning zone

Don't you know?

of ancient pine trees
Every May sit in the spray of fountain pond
But that's yesterday

good

And pressed lightly against an ancient pine
I finally broke down on the phone and cried
For the first time in ten years, I finally cried

I am my

good

And pressed lightly against an ancient pine
I finally broke down on the phone and cried
For the first time in ten years, I finally cried

I am my

thick with ancient pines
And it's a lot to see through
It's a lot to look past
It's a lot to take in
It's a lot to ask
And it's almost, maybe too much

Embers glisten
Sacred scent
Welkin's cloak
Ancient pine
Nocturnal lanterns
From firmament
Reenacted
By candle's light

the air
stars watching forever above
ancient pine trees burning below
As I stumble barefoot down the hill
I fall and float
In what seems like forever

Ancient mountains sleep below the gentle sway of pines
Where ancient traumas linger in the murky mists of time     
Where some men claim to carry

There's a place somewhere within the pines
Where ancient evil lurks deep inside 
There's a place that has seldom known the touch of man 
A place

Sullen, 'neath the azure sky
Through sylvan veil obscured
He walks amongst the towering pine
That ancient mountains ward
The heavy tone of tempered

Thunderstorm comes like clockwork,
Perfume of pines
and ancient dust.

O to touch
The dedication,
Impossible love,
I am nothing.

O I wonder how to live,
How

These Old Dark Hills

Robin & Linda Williams

These Old Dark Hills

2012

Blowing lonesome through the pines
From when the ancient wilderness
Was free of uninvited guests

Father of the timber and the coal
Mother to the music

til that tiny tower touches off the light
That's right!
We does!
It's just because!
Push it through til the sun shines
Push it through til the ancients

16 Years and it didn't start here
But I languish at the ancient language of the tables
Whose pine is old as time carved with the names of the unable

Scoliosis

Lil Duke

Slime Language

2018

face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't

Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me, I've done it many times

Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines

You

Alabama Pines

Jason Isbell

Here We Rest

2011

Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me 
I've done it many times

Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines

Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me 
I've done it many times

Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines

me Isaac I grappled, I'm broken, bloody and battled, shackled chains out in the wilderness

So I walk amongst the pines and find my minds forever

at a house in the pines
Alive I understand the favor
Of all the spells that you have ever conjured
This one holds a permanence
Ancient like stone
Throw away

Her hair was fire
Burning her face into pine
Her fingers branches
Bleeding sap for some time
How many rings are in your bones
I will cut you open

on that ancient stone once more

The western side see every kind of weather
Every wind from Hurricane to Zephyr
Blows through the cracks and etches every

Back to the pines it's where we can breathe
Back to the country  can we please
I wanna see the deep dark ancient woods
I wanna see the wild flowers bloom

The ancient spirits whisper
Spells of moon and earth

Seven sacred pines
Soaring ever high
A road to the stars
Painted through the sky
The autumn wind