Maya
The world has lost a tuneless melody
the whisper on the wind
the bird who flies without sight
because he’s guided from within.
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Growing up there was a girl who looked just like me.
The world has lost a tuneless melody
the whisper on the wind
the bird who flies without sight
because he’s guided from within.
Growing up there was a girl who looked just like me.
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