Wife
Don't let go of my hand,
As we rise to the lay of the land.
My feet plod slower,
Until they halt.
Without you,
I no longer wish,
To climb the mountain.
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Don't let go of my hand,
As we rise to the lay of the land.
My feet plod slower,
Until they halt.
Without you,
I no longer wish,
To climb the mountain.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro