As we ran
strips of land that, in the head and blood?
How many times have we sunk in those very black diamonds?
are the times of innocence, those we dream,
hidden.
are the spaces and to make us live
wings of wind and music are made.
and wind music.
How many times have we sunk in those very black diamonds?
are the times of innocence, those we dream,
hidden.
are the spaces and to make us live
wings of wind and music are made.
and wind music.
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