as the sun dies out I feel the mist roll in,
I hear the wind howling as if a wolf was near,
I smell the grass that was cut about a minute or two,
I taste the cookies that i took from you,
as i see the moon decent from ya mum
I hear the wind howling as if a wolf was near,
I smell the grass that was cut about a minute or two,
I taste the cookies that i took from you,
as i see the moon decent from ya mum
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