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Skipping over the sand, cobblestone paths that wind through the trees Breathing the sweet ocean air makes a shy boy aware that he could be free When the new sights grow old and I start to feel cold, I'll sail home again

{theme por sonhosdequalquergarota, base por
stupefys, detalhes originais de queridasolidão
e affectingyou, inspirado em desesperançoso.
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