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These echoing waves that break the shore at my feet fill me up with warmth. These echoing waves that break the shore at my feet fill me up with warmth.
A cane that echoes down the lane Sounding through the gale of an angel song, Can call the clan wit... A cane that echoes down the lane Sounding through the gale of an angel song, C...
And far away. Their little brain Is the wittiest thing. Their quiet cry Holds sorrow for all. ... And far away. Their little brain Is the wittiest thing. Their quiet cry Hol...