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The sound of the stream Being protected from the Sun’s beams Sitting on my little bench In my little hidden haven What a…
He used to move through me like water rushes through a small canal. Now I pad through the cracked mud and hold my y-shaped s…
He used to move through me like water rushes through a small canal.
Now I pad through the cracked mud and hold my y-shaped s…