The rain of darkness is cascading down to me
I still live in the world I am afraid to live
When the language of us flies like a bubble over these married hills,
The messengers of her love are summoned to the rare courage found in my heart
In my own room or perhaps am I in Norwegian Wood?
I still live in the world I am afraid to live
When the language of us flies like a bubble over these married hills,
The messengers of her love are summoned to the rare courage found in my heart
In my own room or perhaps am I in Norwegian Wood?
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