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GITS: forest 1.1

Who we turning to in hardest times
When birds not chirp no peaceful chimes
The evergreen comes and wanders
We are connected going under and up
A sound that breathes its soul up in waves of life
Spiritually and physically
Knowing the low and high rhythms
When our own darkness bends to we learn to rise
Leading us to the light
We are human beings though gods in our own way
Well, there are more howls and howling ways
Tracing our use of this God named Agony, you have to give ‚ya some props.
„See the fall, but see
HERE comes the change, but see
This is not gone, but seen
This is not all, but

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