Far from folk who would listen, you call out into the wind;
"If only you knew just how lovely you are."
And from the mountains
However faint, it calls back;
If only you knew just how lovely you are.
But listen close to its call, and the voice rings familiar.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 10:09 PM UTC
Far from folk who would listen, you call out into the wind;
"If only you knew just how lovely you are."
And from the mountains
However faint, it calls back;
If only you knew just how lovely you are.
But listen close to its call, and the voice rings familiar.
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