the hole that penetrates the view
of my eternity on a sunny day
walking down the hill just seems
seems to be hill-arious
and the hole marks my sadness
as it grows from the leaves
on the trees of the hill
hill-arious
of my eternity on a sunny day
walking down the hill just seems
seems to be hill-arious
and the hole marks my sadness
as it grows from the leaves
on the trees of the hill
hill-arious
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