They fell in love with my flowers, not my roots
Climbed my trees to devour my fruits
Youth left when autumn came
My bearings are no longer the same
Bore sour fruits that no one will claim
Just another tree outside your window frame.
They fell in love with my flowers, not my roots
Climbed my trees to devour my fruits
Youth left when autumn came
My bearings are no longer the same
Bore sour fruits that no one will claim
Just another tree outside your window frame.
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Blues without Clues