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Were laid spread out before me, as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the Earth to the Sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn…
Into the paper, like I was ink
When I'm writin', I'm trapped in-between the line
I escape, when I finish the rhyme
I got soul🎵
Were laid spread out before me, as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the Earth to the Sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn…
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Still love hearing it however
Still love hearing it however