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A scent of slowly silence
I still walk the same sad streets.
Painting all the colours I don't need.
Memories of what I used to be.
Remembering all the things I
shouldn't see...
A scent of slowly silence
I still walk the same sad streets.
Painting all the colours I don't need.
Memories of what I used to be.
Remembering all the things I
shouldn't see...