Crystal lake closed for soul deer
and all peterman get hunting permit
Like trees we die
when roots refuse to nourish us
As two bishop of different colour,
I have never met you
All is passing near / by
me or you
little or high
from a pain to a song
everything you know,
is wrong!
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