young and tender trunk chopped on the trail,
when will we go home?
when will we go home?
I have no other verses nor music to rebound
before and after your falling whispering sound
I'm the step climbing over silence alone
young and tender trunk chopped on the trail,
when will we go home?
when will we go home?
Marco Bo
when will we go home?
when will we go home?
I have no other verses nor music to rebound
before and after your falling whispering sound
I'm the step climbing over silence alone
young and tender trunk chopped on the trail,
when will we go home?
when will we go home?
Marco Bo
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