pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and
pressure-machine:Green is what’s left when ardour fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass, moss will cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises green shall spread over all, in all its shades and