You Hold My Hand
You hold my hand and I wonder
Was the sun always this bright?
Did the breeze always feel this gentle?
Has the water always been this calm?
Wednesday 15th January 2025 12:48 am
You hold my hand and I wonder
Was the sun always this bright?
Did the breeze always feel this gentle?
Has the water always been this calm?
Wednesday 15th January 2025 12:48 am
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