Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Leaves Of Fate. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Leaves Of Fate.
... take?" Leaves are glistening, glorious in the morning dew Leaves are listening flooring us with storied truths This must be for someone else Leaves of fate
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