The Last Whining of a Horse that Had Dreamt of Becoming a Butterfly
202417mPersian
People don't remind me of you; no one here is like you... When I miss you, I sit by the fire, draw the sea, and think about the trees.
People don't remind me of you; no one here is like you... When I miss you, I sit by the fire, draw the sea, and think about the trees.
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