14″As I stand here alone, I look at you directly, trying to remember where I know you from. The wind blows my hair gently, making it sway with the sand. I wonder if you have any idea who I am.
14″As I stand here alone, I look at you directly, trying to remember where I know you from. The wind blows my hair gently, making it sway with the sand. I wonder if you have any idea who I am.
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