Bright Eyes. Oh, You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet And Hold The Earth In Place. Bright Eyes. О, вы корни, что сон у меня под ногами и удерживать на месте Земли.
..., you occasionally cross my mind. It is my hidden hope that you are still among them. Well are you? Oh, you the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth
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