Places we won’t walk
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Description
"The moment I knew I'd die for her, nothing else really matter."
Michaeng angst. TW: death.
Foreword
Sunlight dances off the leaves
Birds of red color the trees
Flowers filled with buzzin' bees
In places we won't walk
Children cry and laugh and play
Slowly hair will turn to gray
We will smile to end each day
In places we won't walk
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