Opis zdjęcia
Ann My hands and feet are worn As much as yours are And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming They still feel worlds apart Ann Beneath it all you\'re golden And that\'s all I\'m feeding on And though my head, my hands are growing colder We move in circles now Ann there\'s no release at all That\'s not worth dying for.
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