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The silence. Holds nothing, but everything The silence. Holds the universe in her hands Holds me in her silver hands Wraps me in her blankets of Peace. While I lay under Birdsong and The angels of Clouds
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Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
Her silver hands
The silence. Holds nothing, but everything The silence. Holds the universe in her hands Holds me in her silver hands Wraps me in her blankets of Peace. While I lay under Birdsong and The angels of Clouds
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Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
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