The golden light bounces off the bender, illuminating it's magic in my eyes. I feel the cool air breathing on a happy face. I caught a glimpse of the full moon again, so bold and beautiful, a witness of the tired night. I remembered everything. I heard a voice more intense than Michael Buble's, playing the melody into my veins. And then I thought to myself,
my heart is wherever you will go.
I was told I had no life for always rushing and running back to a place that will never leave.
But what would life be if I was never given the life?
They were the ones who gave me life. You know.
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my heart is wherever you will go.
I was told I had no life for always rushing and running back to a place that will never leave.
But what would life be if I was never given the life?
They were the ones who gave me life. You know.
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