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Now, All I see are our dry leaves. Now, Know that we are in a time of thirst, And your heart is faint as an illusion. Now, Hope hides like a wakefulness in the darkness. My heart is a city of sadness. Now, Our birds are colorless, And the flowers of love are just stories of tears.
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
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Now, All I see are our dry leaves. Now, Know that we are in a time of thirst, And your heart is faint as an illusion. Now, Hope hides like a wakefulness in the darkness. My heart is a city of sadness. Now, Our birds are colorless, And the flowers of love are just stories of tears.
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
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