15″"Sunrise peeking through my window pane, Got a rhythm in my heart, can’t contain this flame. They call me a poet, but my lines are steep, In a world of whispers, I’m the one that’ll leap."
15″"Sunrise peeking through my window pane, Got a rhythm in my heart, can’t contain this flame. They call me a poet, but my lines are steep, In a world of whispers, I’m the one that’ll leap."
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