Near Matches
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And yet, when the warm breeze of spring greets my face and the sunlight does not make me shield my eyes, I know I am not alone.
The Receding Taillights of a Teenage Dream
Here, the earth and the sky meet; fly high
You know there's so many people living in this house
flowers that will not die
When we see the early signs of daylight fading, we leave just before it's gone.
their teary eyes follow us as if our actions are accompanied by tragic music
A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows every corner
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