Sitting here
On cement bench
Over cement ground
It clings to me
My heart is heavy
the wind stirs
But moves nothing
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| The realization of the words �it�s over�
Sitting here On cement bench Over cement ground It clings to me My heart is heavy the wind stirs But moves nothing |
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