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Spring Love
The tick tock of the clock teases meMy hands tremble quake nothing eases meSweat forms streams in thelines of my handsMy throat croaks dry as dessertland sandsIts all too much ...
The tick tock of the clock teases meMy hands tremble quake nothing eases meSweat forms streams in thelines of my handsMy throat croaks dry as dessertland sandsIts all too much ...