The sun despairs because his children have lost the way to the garden.

The garden is in silence with the cherry tree flowering.

The inferno gets fuller of people.

I know the way to the garden,

Ill tell you the way, I love you.

This time you will have to pay because you bit the apple, that's life.

I love cherries.

If you love me.

I will show you. alll. the way to the garden.

Vincent Silvertop

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