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once upon a time there was a swing over me there is an apple tree one certain branch grafted by father's hand when he was young this is happiness i thought grass soil smell smell of blood all over me this is life i thought icy ice as ice can be missing bees and all the trees they're used to easter comes and all is muted light is stiff and cold and carries me up in a mood i think it's silence this is loneliness i thought where was i eyes up closed was i up there this is past i think will i travel back and forth getting used to all these stories written into papers that are written in my innocence and they're wide open this is beautiful i think mess me up quickly now this is a habit i think From Letras Mania