we can walk down aaa to the place that i only knew why won't we go there down down where my truth was born a in my hands grew like fern the diversity of ferns with thousands faces of my friends thousands faces of its spores
don't we go down, do we? last time listening to its sad alarms funny the past always will be funny but now I'm ready hey I'm comming to your arms
just take a look i've never seen this flower before such pleasant flower dear like elsewhere before just listen it will tell about all our steps and stops i'll take your hand it is like flower too