Ólafur Arnalds ~ A Sudden Throw

Producer’s Notes:
Ash on an old man’s sleeve
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
Dust in-breathed was a house
The walls, the wainscot and the mouse,
The death of hope and despair,
This is the death of air…..

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