In an old roman city that hasn’t fallen yet
The shadows from the trees I’d like to dissapear within
Yes, I know while being in this garden; I want to be myself for a little while
Which fruit is hanging on the branches?
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In an old roman city that hasn’t fallen yet
The shadows from the trees I’d like to dissapear within
Yes, I know while being in this garden; I want to be myself for a little while
Which fruit is hanging on the branches?
