Crow flies over, It is a metaphor of nothing the root of my new life, Planted in that hill Lodged in rainstorms, Since father has died Months of Labor, It has changed my life.
Crow flies over, It is a metaphor of nothing the root of my new life, Planted in that hill Lodged in rainstorms, Since father has died Months of Labor, It has changed my life.
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Crow flies over, It is a metaphor of nothing the root of my new life, Planted in that hill Lodged in rainstorms, Since father has died Months of Labor, It has changed my life.
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