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cherry-flavoured sunsets
1 min lectură·
Mediu
oh the sea\'s gone out
i raise my hand up the tide
gloomy thy sunsets, thinner my fingertips
as the light flows over to slide
fruity-wide
nevertheless
my lips are sore
and i climb the door
do i climb the door
to the glory box
to be blessed.
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