D.R.U.N.K.A.R.D.S

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Does everything   seen real seem to be happy

Raindrops that seemingly stopped momentarily

Under the green autumn grass where she sat

Notably praising the joys of the ride in the rivers

Knowing not the currents and ripples that befalls.

A little taste of life she was drunk at everything's expense

Resting her little head where nobody is

Desperately, keeping a belief that surround herself

"Saying to some who are dear that no one shall be near"



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