Traces - Solids

Say crop jerks

Staring as the crows

In the end of the glowing

I can see the dark falling

Never wash it up again

I’ma prink.

Can’t see the.

coming

Can’t see the.

coming

Can’t see the.

coming

Can’t see the.

coming

Can’t see the.

coming

Can’t see the.

coming

Just like the wind blow

Just let me carry me on.

Just like the wind blow

Just let me carry me on

Just like the wind blow

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