the times are very hard, the door opens to the sunshine
the trek to the plains hasn't been attempted by me or any other inhabitant
the skies seem to be too close,i sense suffocation
the boats descend, the nets are thrown in,
the fishes fly to freedom over our plans
in the making, taking turns to dance,
the ground is very plain indeed.
the trek to the plains hasn't been attempted by me or any other inhabitant
the skies seem to be too close,i sense suffocation
the boats descend, the nets are thrown in,
the fishes fly to freedom over our plans
in the making, taking turns to dance,
the ground is very plain indeed.
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