Never had I reason
To care about the changing season;
Until one day my time-
It was stripped away
And left me in an acoustic dismay
As our time was absconded
With the setting of the day.
To care about the changing season;
Until one day my time-
It was stripped away
And left me in an acoustic dismay
As our time was absconded
With the setting of the day.
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