[ And if the fence grows higher, the plants will start spreading into blooms. Nothing quite like keeping up, yeah? ]
[ Few if any. He wasn't called a cello genius for nothing -- but, ah, most people might not know it. He had a different name back then. ]
[ He tries to join in, as if forgetting he doesn't know the words -- but they just come out anyway, his voice just a bit lower, quieter than usual, as if ringing from somewhere deep within. ]
It's cutting in, freezing solid Hundred moons go full Back so fascinating, and I'll take it all in Anger makes you beautiful.
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[ Few if any. He wasn't called a cello genius for nothing -- but, ah, most people might not know it. He had a different name back then. ]
[ He tries to join in, as if forgetting he doesn't know the words -- but they just come out anyway, his voice just a bit lower, quieter than usual, as if ringing from somewhere deep within. ]
It's cutting in, freezing solid
Hundred moons go full
Back so fascinating, and I'll take it all in
Anger makes you beautiful.