The songs we used to sing
Till winter from dawn of spring
To the empty skies we flew with our wings
All these memories I put it in this wooden ring.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
The songs we used to sing
Till winter from dawn of spring
To the empty skies we flew with our wings
All these memories I put it in this wooden ring.
the wooden ring
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