Tangerine gold will fall. So stand close, if not, stand tall. Catch them. They’re magic.
They’re this seasons happiness and it’s selling fast.
Oh leaves of Autumn,
Won’t you last.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
Tangerine gold will fall. So stand close, if not, stand tall. Catch them. They’re magic.
They’re this seasons happiness and it’s selling fast.
Oh leaves of Autumn,
Won’t you last.
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