Dead leaves and dirty ground.

"You know the man with the microphone can't tell you what he loves the most, but every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me.

If I could only see your pretty voice, I don't think I'd need to see at all."

                                                                                                                                 - Jack White

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