Breeze
I’m just the breeze.
Oh, it’s ever so lovely when it happens to brush against your skin.
But you tend not to think much about it in its absence.
I’m just the breeze.
Oh, it’s ever so lovely when it happens to brush against your skin.
But you tend not to think much about it in its absence.
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