☆ ༼ ( 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙸 𝙲. 𝙻𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙽 ) ; But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place ,but you can't catch me now
through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. (𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰)
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