She wandered to the terrace not looking for magic— just escaping the hum of the house, the kind of q... She wandered to the terrace not looking for magic— just escaping the hum of the ...

Is this love— this quiet freedom in the air, this wind that holds my hand like an old friend who nev... Is this love— this quiet freedom in the air, this wind that holds my hand like a...

Those days when we started with crying, Those days when we ended with crying, Those days when the fi... Those days when we started with crying, Those days when we ended with crying, Th...