I think you've flown to far,
Somewhere I can't reach,
But dragons are born to fly,
Wind under its wings.
So, maybe, can I request, selfishly?
That you will think of me,
Stuck, Planted, Ground
Beneath my feet
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
I think you've flown to far,
Somewhere I can't reach,
But dragons are born to fly,
Wind under its wings.
So, maybe, can I request, selfishly?
That you will think of me,
Stuck, Planted, Ground
Beneath my feet
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