Springs brings you breath
To bloom means to live
Wings already spread
Nothing left to keep
It is hard to swallow
When the air is sharp
Flight teaches to sorrow
Every time you dart
Lust the dust…
Mind the the time
Lust the time…
Mind the dust…
Springs brings you breath
To bloom means to live
Wings already spread
Nothing left to keep
It is hard to swallow
When the air is sharp
Flight teaches to sorrow
Every time you dart
The path…
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