Let's Minichu On Feelings: Of Anticipation
I wait with hopeful heart
By the window that overlooks the road to home
Counting dirt
The clock strikes ten
Last bus passes by to unknown
Again
Men dead
Rot to the bone
Fade
I wait with hopeful heart
Last bus passes by to unknown
Fade
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