to wait another day
the air still here
sounds are aching back
running out but never fade
to know the sky will fall
does not suspend
go on the oil or the sea
a burning malady
go on intrusion
always near these barren hills
the air still here
sounds are aching back
running out but never fade
to know the sky will fall
does not suspend
go on the oil or the sea
a burning malady
go on intrusion
always near these barren hills
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