If you look for me
I’ll be sitting by the blossom tree
Where the winter hasn’t caressed it’s bones
If you search for me
I’ll be at the bottom of your footpath
I’ll be knocking on your empty house
If you look for me
I’ll be sitting by the blossom tree
Where the winter hasn’t caressed it’s bones
If you search for me
I’ll be at the bottom of your footpath
I’ll be knocking on your empty house
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