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فرانتس کافکا
فرانتس کافکا
She Passes Away Alone at Sea
Owsey
Lost to the world and
Lost to myself
Forgotten
Always forgotten
Always picked last
By those you picked first
A shine that was just never enough
Lost to myself
Forgotten
Always forgotten
Always picked last
By those you picked first
A shine that was just never enough
When we get SOLVED, We're no longer interesting to anyone.
That's just so sad.
That's just so sad.