As the world crumbles away from me
To my left and right,
I let the fresh breeze lift me
Back to the stars;
And up here I can hear more clear
That which all their noise would drown out:
My own song.
πΆβ¨π¬οΈππ πβοΈπ«πΆ
To my left and right,
I let the fresh breeze lift me
Back to the stars;
And up here I can hear more clear
That which all their noise would drown out:
My own song.
πΆβ¨π¬οΈππ πβοΈπ«πΆ
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