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what would happen if i left running through the night the wind whistles forgotten tunes soft feet falls upon grassy meadows moonlit shadows dance with me running running running past fades i am nothing but a memory they shed a tear but i am free
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
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what would happen if i left running through the night the wind whistles forgotten tunes soft feet falls upon grassy meadows moonlit shadows dance with me running running running past fades i am nothing but a memory they shed a tear but i am free
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
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