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• Artiste: Trees Hate Everything
• Titre: Death and Its Door
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Fall like a flower from you bubbling wings I am trapped in an hour and lowly I swing To a branch on the edge of the water springs where you tire. I will be fine when the lamb comes around I will wrap myself in a red-whitened gown to be free. I don't see the end Bitterness, my friend Is done. I don't need to send thoughts away anymore. Life washes over my head by the mile I am burried in sand Your cities of fire tumble down I will be fine when the lamb comes around I will wrap myself in a red-whitened gown to be free. I don't see the end Bitterness, my friend Is done. I don't need to send thoughts away anymore.