Verse 1:
Quiet whispers of the past,
In rhythms of the life that's meant to last.
Fields once wide, now hidden by tall glass,
Simple truths replaced by a faceless mass.
Pre-Chorus:
Each memory, pure and clear,
Echoes of…
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🫶🏻wonderfull
beautiful