Bologna 77
Shivers, there are no words.
"and when you meet me, if you think of me, know that the sun that shines for you and the grain that grows and the water that flows is a gift from everyone, it has no masters."
Shivers, there are no words.
"and when you meet me, if you think of me, know that the sun that shines for you and the grain that grows and the water that flows is a gift from everyone, it has no masters."
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