Formichina

Abarthjour Floreale

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He's walking in the meadow
I feel his steps, the shocks, my end
Feeling like a little "nothing"
It's still so hard to accept

Try
I guess you
Try...

Have you never tried
To feel somewhere else,
To be out of every flight-path?
Tell me
Have you never tried
To feel somewhere else,
To be simply out of range?