A Fragile dream you are my love.
You smell like the snow in a winter noon.
Followed by those who search for the sun,
for those who search for you.
Up high to the sky, here they come,
I can see a walking line,
see through the sky
see through the sky.
So tender is the sky.
If beauty there is, then,
these are the sounds.
23.09.010
You smell like the snow in a winter noon.
Followed by those who search for the sun,
for those who search for you.
Up high to the sky, here they come,
I can see a walking line,
see through the sky
see through the sky.
So tender is the sky.
If beauty there is, then,
these are the sounds.
23.09.010
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