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Epiphany Rows Walking through the morning. Stepping to your heartbeat. Listening as the breezes whisper a name. How naive the mind thought as the ego did drop, that paths to and from here could be the same. |
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Epiphany Rows Walking through the morning. Stepping to your heartbeat. Listening as the breezes whisper a name. How naive the mind thought as the ego did drop, that paths to and from here could be the same. |