the road is too long to end
black stones,
yelling at a yellow moon
tell the truth- god of Pluto.
do humans really love?
or do they just think they love?
i need to know. i need to know.
i need to know. i need to know.
suspense kills me on a Monday
night. smell the roses and grass.
glass of wine and record, my
night dances away in the
moonlight.
glass of wine and record, my
night dances away in the
moonlight.
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