A reminder of times when the responsibility of tidying fallen leaves in the courtyard, amid a cloud of dust, is tasked to one too young and too small to reasonably handle the chore. Plus, a ghost dorm.

Would you give me a beat? Evans. The Death. Hopeful Thoughts. Ere long done do does did ... 1000 suns will set and rise. Graveyard. Next. Stop. Cloud. Nothing(s). For-ever. Now he rides a comet's flame ... Ghostland. Ghost. Ghost! PGMG. When this is over, it's alright.

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