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Jul 1
Feels like being tied to
a tree
when I want to
fly
I hold you so
high you’re my whole
sky
I dance to the
beat that you
give
you’re my speed
you’re my space
you’re in every step
that I take
you’re my grace
come untie me
& let me
fly
to you
let me stay
ask me to stay
and you’ll never have to ask again
Nina
Written by
Nina  Italy
(Italy)   
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