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Down below.
And feeling my time slipping away.
In your serious kisses you see, I see not even the flower of my fingers.
Lucky everything withers.
That everyone escapes us like the slow-moving fridges.
Down below.
And feeling my time slipping away.
In your serious kisses you see, I see not even the flower of my fingers.
Lucky everything withers.
That everyone escapes us like the slow-moving fridges.