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Blessed By Falling Irrelevent Distance

The day is dark The World is cold Hope Drifts away Like dry land from a shipwreck Or was it I who set my eyes abroad? A simple turn of the head And a

The day is dark The World is cold Hope Drifts away Like dry land from a shipwreck Or was it I who set my eyes abroad? A simple turn of the head And a