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MEMORIES.
Gone are those days,
when I rise before the sun
and run several miles while the moon goes home.
I feel the cold wild breeze by the seashore.
The playful wings of the wind,
setting my hair on a flight,...
when I rise before the sun
and run several miles while the moon goes home.
I feel the cold wild breeze by the seashore.
The playful wings of the wind,
setting my hair on a flight,...
