Swirl
A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here. You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon for me I might almost stand here and believe you alive.
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A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here. You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon for me I might almost stand here and believe you alive.
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