When i look
though these bars
of your disign
when i feel the sun
through the window blinds
when i smell fresh air
when you open the door
i bow my head
and cry
a little more
though these bars
of your disign
when i feel the sun
through the window blinds
when i smell fresh air
when you open the door
i bow my head
and cry
a little more
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Great write
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