Bright Eyes. Oh, You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet And Hold The Earth In Place. Bright Eyes. О, вы карані, што сон у мяне пад нагамі і ўтрымліваць на месцы Зямлі.
..., you occasionally cross my mind. It is my hidden hope that you are still among them. Well are you? Oh, you the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth
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