happy to breathe. i wrote a song for the trees. they sang back to me. i waved at some birds. on a wire by a home. i save all your words. but you'll never
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me happy to breathe. i wrote a song for the trees. they sang back to me. i waved at some birds. on a wire by a home. i save all your words. but you'll
a book a book That has spelt out the future And from the depths I see a king arise arise With on his forehead many eyes eyes And he is on a horse a
