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Like a knife in the sky,
Slicing heartstrings;
The birds fight to fly,
But their voices can't sing.
They cry out for hope,
But none they receive;
We all feel alone,
Though as one we scream.
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Like a knife in the sky,
Slicing heartstrings;
The birds fight to fly,
But their voices can't sing.
They cry out for hope,
But none they receive;
We all feel alone,
Though as one we scream.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro