no other fox i'll chase till days of horror to come forests in winter are sweeter than summer waters flowing down the earth where your body is rotting giving birth to trees and mushrooms
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no other fox i'll chase till days of horror to come forests in winter are sweeter than summer waters flowing down the earth where your body is rotting giving birth to trees and mushrooms
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