then rise, with the sound
there's no escape, this life is difficult i'm eating dirt and grinning wide red roses wilt, and violets pass away but lonely turtles crawl inside
there's no escape, this life is difficult i'm eating dirt and grinning wide red roses wilt, and violets pass away but lonely turtles crawl inside
my wallet drained bone dry; but it seems you're up in arms; the desert dirt has shined