I will look for you.
And I will cry the rain that fills the rivers that wash away your footprints in the black and rich soil of our home that feeds us and has borne us onto the same ground where we first met and where I will never find you again.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
I will look for you.
And I will cry the rain that fills the rivers that wash away your footprints in the black and rich soil of our home that feeds us and has borne us onto the same ground where we first met and where I will never find you again.
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