Liltleer
The No Trespassing Sign has been torn down my ins and outs of life are gone. How has the mist spread all around,longing for greater ground? Sighing, with a solemn gaze, there is no other friend like you, to take me out of depths of despair, to care to share, and best of all, make me feel like I am always fair.
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