She watched a silhouette disappear
Beyond the cold misty mountain
There was no turning back for him.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
She watched a silhouette disappear
Beyond the cold misty mountain
There was no turning back for him.
He said to himself
'I have my freedom,
but I don't have much time'
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