1855歌词
One two one two
What would Walter do if he'd run into you
Laying down among the blades of grass?
He'd turn the pages slow, as histories of snow,
Speaking like each word would be his last
What would Walter do if he'd run into you
Laying down among the blades of grass?
He'd turn the pages slow, as histories of snow,
Speaking like each word would be his last
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