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Convense
This route of passest,
Of late tears,
Of sobs still.
They come from inside,
The outbreak of circumstances,
That slip barefoot.
Toward to the past,
That today come back, that every day come back,
Tiding me up, more and more to destiny.
SENA
Of late tears,
Of sobs still.
They come from inside,
The outbreak of circumstances,
That slip barefoot.
Toward to the past,
That today come back, that every day come back,
Tiding me up, more and more to destiny.
SENA
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