Mar 8
Most of you don't understand,
The thoughts in my head are like grains of sand;
There are millions, billions, though small they may be,
I am not sure which one is me.
The thoughts in my head are like grains of sand;
There are millions, billions, though small they may be,
I am not sure which one is me.
(13/M/Somewhere Under A Rainbow)
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