| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ust left me to wither in hell Now how can i tell the rest that im leaving and the cause of death is the season I change up and i wither away ressurect in the moon when the sun turns grey When i watch em all turn away theres not a thing i can do except watch it all change I can listen to the trees speak to the weak leaves as they fall like soldiers in war As they form a pile right in from of my eye
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