childhood, was i happy then?
i don't remember it all that
when you're alone, there is no one to pull you
It was all fake
A long and steep mistake
Like a dream
she's got a moulding of her left hands
and she holds
I found a room where I could live
The winter's gloom
Our hands are in a knot
It's all I'm thinking of
The
Rest your head but not too long
Or else God could
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