Here is the truth. Run across a bridge. Inhale its links. Exhale its air. Joy will be there, inner peace and golden trumpets too, where skies are grey.


Here is the truth. Run across a bridge. Inhale its links. Exhale its air. Joy will be there, inner peace and golden trumpets too, where skies are grey.
Here is the truth. Run across a bridge. Inhale its links. Exhale its air. Joy will be there, inner peace and golden trumpets too, where skies are grey.

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