Partly falling,
The fascination turning into praise.
When my fresh lonely loves,
Have once again fallen upwards
and for that good part,
Into liars they are when all have been stopped.
The fascination turning into praise.
When my fresh lonely loves,
Have once again fallen upwards
and for that good part,
Into liars they are when all have been stopped.




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