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baby talk
Walking towards a tree draping over me
When will we be free from the world we're blind to see
The leaves fall to the ground, she leaves without a sound
The leaves fall to the ground, she leaves without a sound
Walking towards a tree draping over me
When will we be free from the world we're blind to see
The leaves fall to the ground, she leaves without a sound
The leaves fall to the ground, she leaves without a sound