thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave gracefully
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never thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave