hurricanes
the winter song
where you go
back in time
sleep
stay golden
just make a wish and everything comes true.
Except for the death of the ones you love.
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Is it sylphs or gnomes playing? The groves of pines have throught them, brushing, shadows and lightest, breaths of musical rhythms
musical rhythms
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