Notes
Run
under the dead sky,
wrapped in fur and whiskers,
Our hang-up's will wash away
after chasing, running, howling,
we'll watch them tumble off into the sunset
Thirteen tracks.
Run
under the dead sky,
wrapped in fur and whiskers,
Our hang-up's will wash away
after chasing, running, howling,
we'll watch them tumble off into the sunset
Thirteen tracks.
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