spokes and wheels
What sadness comes from my regret. All I have been now fills my head. A fallen wheel that cannot turn, From this date, for you I will always burn.
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What sadness comes from my regret. All I have been now fills my head. A fallen wheel that cannot turn, From this date, for you I will always burn.
Poetry Books 50% Off
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