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The grassy hollow sang out siren calls Amist the city sounds who's heartless rhythm hauled unto a bussle that mauled the caring heart of every doll. Sit with me under this tree, feel the song it serendades- the angelic voice it brings. Secluded and untouched amist the claws of the metropoliton rush. Beautiful and serene carier of me. Lie down in the hollow carved hear her glorious beating heart. She caresses my tired bones, mother will take me home. In the hollow I do belive that every soul shall see that grassy patch, so undesturbed, so clean. A blissful oasis in a world so mean. Amist my cries, Mother will rescue me.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
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The grassy hollow sang out siren calls Amist the city sounds who's heartless rhythm hauled unto a bussle that mauled the caring heart of every doll. Sit with me under this tree, feel the song it serendades- the angelic voice it brings. Secluded and untouched amist the claws of the metropoliton rush. Beautiful and serene carier of me. Lie down in the hollow carved hear her glorious beating heart. She caresses my tired bones, mother will take me home. In the hollow I do belive that every soul shall see that grassy patch, so undesturbed, so clean. A blissful oasis in a world so mean. Amist my cries, Mother will rescue me.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
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