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Feb 2022
We had run around
In the summer in the nighttime
We made no sound
And deep in the forest we get lost
Whistle to the Birds as they call
Go on Trips
Moving with weather as it shifts
We took to the seas and let it drift
How many islands could we hear?

I´d follow you
To the end of the world if only you would ask me to
On and on we go, my friend
I’ve got you
Nothing to stop us now
Because we found in life what´s true
Oh my friend i can’t stress enough  
I´d follow you

if only you would ask me to
you could have asked why we fell apart you could have told me that you fell apart
but you walked past me like i wasn’t there
max
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max  16/M/fin
(16/M/fin)   
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   --- and Hooria Iftikhar
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