Even when I have forgotten, I feel this hope rush out of me.
It wakes me up like the wind.
It takes my hand and squeezes tight.
Then I know I am home again.
Xo
Even when I have forgotten, I feel this hope rush out of me.
It wakes me up like the wind.
It takes my hand and squeezes tight.
Then I know I am home again.
Xo
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