Sometimes, when I’ve grown accustomed to forgetting, Her Beauty suddenly crashes around me (around you), in me (in you), as me (as you), and I Remember again: Oh yeah, THIS is why I’m Here.
Sometimes, when I’ve grown accustomed to forgetting, Her Beauty suddenly crashes around me (around you), in me (in you), as me (as you), and I Remember again: Oh yeah, THIS is why I’m Here.
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