dark blue and red,
the walking dead
entered the valley
of the wind.
Onto their weary heads
snow fell, i felt it,
indeed.
the one and only desire we've got,
love is a lot,
but we need at least bit.
but i move further on, i pretend nothing's wrong,
it's not you , it's me.
it s not u, it s me
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