Without realising it
I woke up to the surprise
That your prints had grooved,
Ebbed, wallowed into my perception;
And I shall never walk alone.
Without realising it
I woke up to the surprise
That your prints had grooved,
Ebbed, wallowed into my perception;
And I shall never walk alone.
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That is a comforting thought.
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