And nothing brings clarity to what makes me me Except knowing that some kind of sadness is freed From the words and…
And nothing brings clarity to what makes me me Except knowing that some kind of sadness is freed From the words and…
“And nothing brings clarity to what makes me me Except knowing that some kind of sadness is freed From the words and the sounds that I sing to myself”
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