Letra de The Orchard
Ostraca
The Orchard
Ostraca
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Ostraca
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Fruit rots on vines while you stare at your feet and wonder what next to plant, ever tree drained, every leaf quivering. Sacks of young going into the river, everything out of control but you need a living mirror to look into
I weep for tomorrow
I weep for tomorrow
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