It's always gray where I
live. There is no sun. The best you get is a warm glow diffusing
through the clouds. But most of the time it's just mist and rain.
People around here don't
mind, though. Why would they mind? They don't know anything else.
It's always gray where I live.
The leaves are always
falling where I live. You never see them when they're green. You
never see them sprout.
People around here don't
mind, though. You never see them cry. You never hear them laugh.
The leaves are always
falling where I live.
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