The marks of your feet
Dear ,
are washed away
by ...
don't you know?
Poor thing!
Someone who doesn't know his fault.
Halt !
Dont rush,
Illusions are in the air,
Before the Final Judgement
Let things be fairer.
Dear ,
are washed away
by ...
don't you know?
Poor thing!
Someone who doesn't know his fault.
Halt !
Dont rush,
Illusions are in the air,
Before the Final Judgement
Let things be fairer.
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