nobody sees that the azure clouds
nobody sees the moon
nobody sees the sun
nobody sees the dew chill
nobody sees the moonlight of the desert
nobody sees the flowers of the fields
blues that go far to the sound of the wind the perfect love and other flowers shine like a sun
terça-feira, 2 de abril de 2019
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