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It might be warmth, Buried deep into the winters. It might be warmth, Buried deep into the winters.
She doesn't know a thing, A liar she must be. She doesn't know a thing, A liar she must be.
Sailing across an azure sky, He dreamt of endless heights. Bonfires amid a distant grove, Grantin... Sailing across an azure sky, He dreamt of endless heights. Bonfires amid a dis...