Then get on with life.
Yes to life
People are everywhere
Not the phantoms of relatives
People I will only see this once
As if like hiding memories
Like dust
Not the love I am seeking
Myself rising and rising
With luck on my side
Perhaps the day
The natural bride
Nice girls
My own magic world
Blood roses.
Yes to life
People are everywhere
Not the phantoms of relatives
People I will only see this once
As if like hiding memories
Like dust
Not the love I am seeking
Myself rising and rising
With luck on my side
Perhaps the day
The natural bride
Nice girls
My own magic world
Blood roses.
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