There is a gaze like a gentle poem. Stepping down the bustling street, lightly stopping the flow, will I still find youuuuuuu.
He writes a sad melody that crosses through the clouds.
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There is a gaze like a gentle poem. Stepping down the bustling street, lightly stopping the flow, will I still find youuuuuuu.
He writes a sad melody that crosses through the clouds.