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Legend has it that most can’t breathe Legend has that the blind have more to see As we’re walking, into the dark sea Just keep walking Grey water up to the knees Bright sky No clouds to be seen Shine in the sky Or be buried below Left to rot Know one will know Curious how the moral goes Nobody knew Nobody knows But have you heard our story? As the pages turn The more we learn Love Hope Prosperities Whistle up a tone Our hands sing what will they bring Bright lights Our garden Bright beautiful But have you heard the story Of the very Very few Not many knew What to do We learned All you have to do is breathe If these thorns hurt Burn it Better then to learn it
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
Legend has it
Legend has it that most can’t breathe Legend has that the blind have more to see As we’re walking, into the dark sea Just keep walking Grey water up to the knees Bright sky No clouds to be seen Shine in the sky Or be buried below Left to rot Know one will know Curious how the moral goes Nobody knew Nobody knows But have you heard our story? As the pages turn The more we learn Love Hope Prosperities Whistle up a tone Our hands sing what will they bring Bright lights Our garden Bright beautiful But have you heard the story Of the very Very few Not many knew What to do We learned All you have to do is breathe If these thorns hurt Burn it Better then to learn it
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17/F/drowing in emotion,
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
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