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Oh, I want to move into a painting, To an endless sunset To those purple strokes, Pink leaves and yellow flows. Oh I want that red sun-storm To burn that brick city behind Me, To born a Forest, Grass peas and a flickering Sea.
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Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
Lingering
Oh, I want to move into a painting, To an endless sunset To those purple strokes, Pink leaves and yellow flows. Oh I want that red sun-storm To burn that brick city behind Me, To born a Forest, Grass peas and a flickering Sea.
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25/F/Hungary
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
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