TUMULTUARY
designed direction
summer hills now overgrown with introspection
defeating my heart
i hear birds of May sing whispers of the season
while she’s cold at night from winters wind of freezin’
these days behind

TUMULTUARY
designed direction
summer hills now overgrown with introspection
defeating my heart
i hear birds of May sing whispers of the season
while she’s cold at night from winters wind of freezin’
these days behind
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