Aug 2019
A Rush of spring
Ever in my veins
And the days
Kaleidoscope lace
All was Midas touched,
Pure gold
But now eternity too
Grows old
Ever in my veins
And the days
Kaleidoscope lace
All was Midas touched,
Pure gold
But now eternity too
Grows old
(F/California)
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