Sadness is a song of you by OtterSilver

How do we walk, so far apart while so close? In July, there is nothing outside, except the sun best avoided, but never put away long enough In the silence of the streets, under stars and moon,  we walk true. Winter dream why is never to come? Outside is a joy, the leaves to run...

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