Withering weather clouds all of my minds
of whispering willows and all of my time.
Someone help me of this pain begone
or forgotten me is forgone already.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
Withering weather clouds all of my minds
of whispering willows and all of my time.
Someone help me of this pain begone
or forgotten me is forgone already.
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