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the air folds its wings takes flight from my throat I plead “stay - don’t leave don’t take that road” but it will not stay nothing here will not cease I say “my hands still ache from the... від Tanda
the air folds its wings takes flight from my throat I plead “stay - don’t leave don’t take that road” but it will not stay nothing here will not ce...