The winds which blows Knows no greens It takes the yellow And angrily pluck the greens You my dears are being plucked unfairly But you are gallants Who will be hailed The fevers burn So does my heart Your blood boil and flow through facial holes Eyes which watch cry in pain We’d love […]
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