Ritual nothings!
As to be in the end of time
Where a kind blurred face is
Winter will blow!
Forests burn in the summer
Seeds for winter!
A mouth chews slowly
The bees are free!
As to be in the end of time
Where a kind blurred face is
Winter will blow!
Forests burn in the summer
Seeds for winter!
A mouth chews slowly
The bees are free!
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