the deepest blues you
see ’n hear are blacks
a fish called wanda
she for sure was
’n oh i loved her so
’n so if i should fall from italy
with this bottle of smoke
i´d love her still
’n still ’n till nil
‘n falling from italy
i were just
sitting here
with another
bottle of smoke
missing her
counting crows
august and
everything
after
Edited: 10:48
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