Cold, warm deep within. Shifting sweeping daring lying. Fallen hope blow softly away, harshly follow your breath of mist. Shiver. Warm gusts light breeze all in between. Fly.
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Cold, warm deep within. Shifting sweeping daring lying. Fallen hope blow softly away, harshly follow your breath of mist. Shiver. Warm gusts light breeze all in between. Fly.
