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Our future.
withered flowers of autumn
dying trees in the winter
I see our future
destined to us one
I see hollow ground below
swallow me up in pride
I see distance...
dragging you a far
don't you see?
of what this familiarity is?
our future is a void
destined to us one.
dying trees in the winter
I see our future
destined to us one
I see hollow ground below
swallow me up in pride
I see distance...
dragging you a far
don't you see?
of what this familiarity is?
our future is a void
destined to us one.
Published 26th Feb 2010
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