Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
short but sweet
There is no poetryIn being aloneThere is no solaceIn a heart without a home. true. if only it wasnt.
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short but sweet
There is no poetry
In being alone
There is no solace
In a heart without a home.
true. if only it wasnt.
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