The windows empty and lovers stain
The coat of empties meets ball of pain
And the warm of your breath
Learns by the wind to sing
The colorful corner of Keats Belgrave
Amerel I
There could be a different way
How was the pretty little love you gave?
Did you keep gold embers burning wide awake?
Was the trail of a horse over the mountain you?
The terrible while always do
Amerel I
There could be a different way
Away
Away
Away
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