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They all come. Into the winds breath
The corner, the moments
They all come. Into the winds breath The corner, the moments would sit The short blown far away kisses. They all come. Into the suns senseless folly ...
They all come. Into the winds breath The corner, the moments would sit The short blown far away kisses. They all come. Into the suns senseless folly ...
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