"From the passing of our time,
blowing like a wind chime;
As our hearts will grow
our love will never know;
But all I see is red,
does this mean I am dead...
and will I just hide the pain,
thinking that I earn to gain;
your loving soul...
yet I pray that I would just let em go...
blowing like a wind chime;
As our hearts will grow
our love will never know;
But all I see is red,
does this mean I am dead...
and will I just hide the pain,
thinking that I earn to gain;
your loving soul...
yet I pray that I would just let em go...
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Species Wolf
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