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The warm spring air Beckoning to grace And new lands beyond I pass the night in solitude The warm spring air Beckoning to grace And new lands beyond I pass the ...
he’s free of the draw, damning and vicious, it's stone a vein to his heart, her night-locked... he’s free of the draw, damning and vicious, it's stone a vein to his heart, ...