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corona dystopia
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way;
For daylight past too quickly
At every Sunday lane
When passion motions strictly...
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way;
For daylight past too quickly
At every Sunday lane
When passion motions strictly...
