The Mind And Fog And Memory
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James McLain
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This is going to only happen,
to me and you believe.
A melody sang and the wind,
against me danced.
Is this place where anymore?
Somewhere else along?
A narrow winding road,
up and far beyond the trees.
One day that never moving came.
The past bridge to overcome.
Rachel has forgiven folded hands.
Bu şiiri puanla
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