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Kaya- Funerary Dream English Translation
Current mood:
cold
In the gently sunlit spot Shimmers of hot air flicker and Softly touch my pupils. From the gaps between my fingers Those peaceful days are spilling faintly. On and off, on and off, Your voice resounds as if ringing in my ears. Look, even know I am searching for your fingers, that stroke my hair. After dozing with a shallow sleep, Reality pierces me The world spins. Where are you? Don
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