These things are always sad.
Plans are urban objects.
I direct the day;
It plays its own way.
Childhood could
take another paragraph.
Right now is any other country,
where you are not the world.
_
Plans are urban objects.
I direct the day;
It plays its own way.
Childhood could
take another paragraph.
Right now is any other country,
where you are not the world.
_
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