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"BALLAD OF THE LONELY HEART "
O to what depth I trek,
All alone past the willow,
Barely can I myself make,
No strings attached, just a pillow.
A bird sings in sorrow,
I need help, and so does the bird,
All our...
All alone past the willow,
Barely can I myself make,
No strings attached, just a pillow.
A bird sings in sorrow,
I need help, and so does the bird,
All our...
