turn
God took another train
turn
we have missed each other
somewhere in an open field
where immature humanity
was coming to life
first rays of Sun on its leaves
wait for the fruit
it was all already there
cultivated
even before I knew
where I was going
turn
we have missed each other
somewhere in an open field
where immature humanity
was coming to life
first rays of Sun on its leaves
wait for the fruit
it was all already there
cultivated
even before I knew
where I was going
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