Now I sat at the head of a hope, I'm waiting for September. See look! How will my sadness shed its leaves on you? But tired, But offended And wounded...💔
Now I sat at the head of a hope, I'm waiting for September. See look! How will my sadness shed its leaves on you? But tired, But offended And wounded...💔
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