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The world is so small, till it aint

  • niemand
  • 6. Nov. 2024
  • 1 Min. Lesezeit

Stumblin away, never thought to run

Do I prosper, under the glazing sun

Looking for chances, searching for more

Faces on faces, many I adore


Physically tired, not mentally drained

A picture of the world, for myself I paint

Guided by hunger, though walking blind

Will I keep stumblin, with you on my mind

 
 
 

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