I wouldn’t mind finding a new way to exist
The way the young move in straight lines
Or the way the old men turn in circles
This façade livens up the empty sidewalks
Year After Eden (and beyond)
I wouldn’t mind finding a new way to exist
The way the young move in straight lines
Or the way the old men turn in circles
This façade livens up the empty sidewalks
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