When they die maybe I will have a tea time tasting a world passing me by. When they die. Maybe the window will be wider & the images seem kinder. When they leave me behind again.
When they die.
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Where lines happen.
When they die maybe I will have a tea time tasting a world passing me by. When they die. Maybe the window will be wider & the images seem kinder. When they leave me behind again.
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