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I've been smoking,
These grey clouds,
That brew over my head.
Before lungs could collapse,
The incoming pour of rain,
Washed away the pain.
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I've been smoking,
These grey clouds,
That brew over my head.
Before lungs could collapse,
The incoming pour of rain,
Washed away the pain.
•
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro