Nov 2020
You came into my life
As quiet as the winds
in a hurricane.
But you left
As loud as the songs
I wish I had never heard.
And those songs never stop playing.
As quiet as the winds
in a hurricane.
But you left
As loud as the songs
I wish I had never heard.
And those songs never stop playing.
Written by
Alix McLeod
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