Be still
Be quiet
Listen...
The trees applaud your beauty,
The sun, it shines only to illuminate your eyes
The breeze, it only blows to caress your every curve.
What use do you have for the greed of man...
When the world loves you so.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Be still
Be quiet
Listen...
The trees applaud your beauty,
The sun, it shines only to illuminate your eyes
The breeze, it only blows to caress your every curve.
What use do you have for the greed of man...
When the world loves you so.
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