The wind beneath my wings
Picks up my aching wrists
And flies me away
On breath of the breeze
On a murmuring air
That whispers, ‘enough’.
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The wind beneath my wings
Picks up my aching wrists
And flies me away
On breath of the breeze
On a murmuring air
That whispers, ‘enough’.
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