I know, what?
I don't know nothing.
Why lilac
Burning and was on fire.
Why we were steped
On the loam from sand
And solt of water
We were spent in vain.
In vain we were
Believing
In vain we did't followed
And singing of birds
Don't hearing
In that time.
In that time was paradise
Today...
Ket Gun
I know
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