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To be shown to the heart of the matter by your holy candle. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 06:45:05 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Story And Pictures ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/story-and-pictures ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/story-and-pictures ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Shook out my salvation in all four corners of my room. Lowly is the dust, trustworthy the broom. . White lady, growlin' on a chain. Peacock caw the sound of my lover's name. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 06:35:56 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ My Russia ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/my-russia ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/my-russia ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ The morning comes, I've not yet closed my eyes. Cold and bright as I need it and the sun does rise. These were my thoughts as I passed 'neath your window. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 06:26:47 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Last Fist ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/last-fist ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/last-fist ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ What are you about?. Say something secret in an old order hush. Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm. A homespun clapboard, black strap thrush. . Devoted loyal, undertake the toil. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 06:23:58 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Cripplegate (standing On Glass) ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/cripplegate-standing-on-glass ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/cripplegate-standing-on-glass ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Shake, sleep, wool and glass. Hung on nails, here and there. Wails the wall I pass. . In you alone, in you alone. There is no harm. In you alone. . In you alone, in you alone. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 06:09:31 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Blue Pail Fever ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/blue-pail-fever ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/blue-pail-fever ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Thy will be done. Here on this highway. In every house and field I pray. . All in meekness yield, aided by want. Among stranger people. To disgrace so soon I've come. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 06:04:03 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Arrow Head ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/arrow-head ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/arrow-head ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Do tell, how is the little pilgrim's progress. Does he endeavor to persevere. Close mantled to knives and kisses. Just like when you were here. . What little he had, from him it was taken. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 06:00:43 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Aeolian Harp (under The World) ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/aeolian-harp-under-the-world ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/woven-hand/aeolian-harp-under-the-world ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Now is the end of the gentile. Pluck aeolian harp, my child. Beyond the lust of this moment. Thin as a pine slat. It does no good to call you mine. . You're a big brown bull. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2016 05:56:38 +0700</pubDate>    </item>  </channel></rss>