Caricamento in corso...

bluebird

My White Duke, my Blackstar
Not very far you hide your roots
You never changed, neither did I
Same form, so frail, same striking scars
 
I found my fears inside your shelves
I found them all, I’ll bring them back
I’ll leave this room. I’m far from done.
But you did right. You did it, Jones.
 
We’ll all be dead before you’ve gone.

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