Harvesting Sorrows
Far in the country, away from society,
I tend to my farm, I tend to my crops.
Sometimes, at night, I drink too much.
I talk to my goats and lay with my sheep.
Where Dreams Are Dreamt.
Far in the country, away from society,
I tend to my farm, I tend to my crops.
Sometimes, at night, I drink too much.
I talk to my goats and lay with my sheep.
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