I hear you
You speak in every curling wave
And sing in every violent breeze
Someday not far away from here
My dear, I swear I'll see you
And we will hear the seraphs cry
For they will still envy you and I
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About Me
- Gracey
- I write my thoughts down just to help me gain control of the things that seem so out of reach. This blog contains those thoughts.
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