My pure golden ceiling under my feet cold hair in my hand, my apple but my heart is painted like a Bidki tree I leaned on someone I became a tree in the desert alone and dry a captive but was once a great father I gave someone a tree in the desert alone and dry a captive I want to be abandoned be simple and hypocritical My earth plowing my goat is neither bad nor good to be good
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