Lyrics:
summer heat I'm scared of cll the things they'll miss, Decembers turning white The beauty of the forest the Ogalala still high The air was heavy
summer heat I'm scared of cll the things they'll miss, Decembers turning white The beauty of the forest the Ogalala still high The air was heavy
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