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the ravens are circling into the sky to steal the gold,
but i give you the sun, so i want nothing.
the wind ruffles my hair
the rain shows me stories, i wish my dreams into being
and my heart is still my own.
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Publicado el: 2024-06-10 00:00:00 por panzas
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