Sweet rewards
Glory of the past
Old stories that refuse to talk
..and I kiss the airas it whispers softly
through your hair
:Angel ene
...and I went to bed without a thought of what you never said... Your life is a ship in a bottle ...and... I'm trying to shake it... Trying to move the waves in your heart, turning it back to what you once said...
..and I kiss the air
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