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Sound of Knops

In a game of matching mates Humble life decorate lonely tree Wheel reach deep dark hole Flurry of bliss crisped leaves Orchids deplete its tears Fallen cloud stood frozen Till sound of opening knops

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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