when my feet going slowly
its deeply hoest that im thinking of u
licking all mistery thats happen was
sleeping on the clouding hand
right beside the bright of sunshine
sleed from last vault
hiding in the roof of destruction
its so wet now
all the ways n area fullfill by rain
its gone break off the site
site of our memory
when the day rain
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