You’re throwing hands with ghosts Words die that moment they arrive Like tides of an East Ocean coast Waving goodbye 2 Time still alive And punching smoke, a Rocky boast While West Mountain fires survive
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You’re throwing hands with ghosts Words die that moment they arrive Like tides of an East Ocean coast Waving goodbye 2 Time still alive And punching smoke, a Rocky boast While West Mountain fires survive
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