Category: Classical

  • 07.08.2019
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Kazragami

In these thoughts dreams or memories with ice below my feet I wondered if a setting sun is you fading into the horizon There's a trigger in my soul Waiting to be tripped By a floating melody or thought that finds its' way to a locked core Where a heart beats to nostalgia There was this vision of a sun amongst a faint pink sky the clouds paint purple and reflect on melting ice A vision that's.
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