Goodness
How bright you are
Oh my
But the truth of the matter is; you were someone before; soot-smoked; gone; on your last legs; at the bottom of a barrel of rocks; caressed in cold and worn hands;
How far you have come.
And how far you will go.
Goodness
How bright you are
Oh my
But the truth of the matter is; you were someone before; soot-smoked; gone; on your last legs; at the bottom of a barrel of rocks; caressed in cold and worn hands;
How far you have come.
And how far you will go.
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