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cartoons and macrame wounds
ut your hand in mine. We will go skating...
On the thinnest ice that we can find.
(Ah...)
Tonight I'm watching the sky
The creatures you drew
They remain alive
(Ah...)
The cushions lying here
And what do you want?
Is this what happens to us now?
Annons