(SPRING) Nothing caresses me but the wind (these days) It moves over me and I am silent and still (-Bliss-)
(SUMMER) There is a certain way The still dust Swirls In the sun When the door Opens
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(SPRING) Nothing caresses me but the wind (these days) It moves over me and I am silent and still (-Bliss-)
(SUMMER) There is a certain way The still dust Swirls In the sun When the door Opens