Ancient dust twirls around me, it doesn't mind my strangeness
I am aware of this as I pass you, smiling to your good heart
And you don't understand the language of even my eyes
I am aware of this as I pass you, smiling to your good heart
And you don't understand the language of even my eyes
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Wow, is this a Modern Picture?
I got this picture off of the internet but yes, that's how the street I take to work looks.
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