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It'll end with us...
Faded lights, and the old time streets,
the pathway foggy, scintillating in between,
the flowers seem withering, nesh and white,
almost frozen in their own lovely sky.
The soil they used, covered in mirth and...
the pathway foggy, scintillating in between,
the flowers seem withering, nesh and white,
almost frozen in their own lovely sky.
The soil they used, covered in mirth and...
