The big ship wrecked, sailing away it is, Hold one; be true to him with truce, Like a child, the eyes are the window to innocence, Blinded by the loot, never falling for the blues, Erased by nature…
Source: It’s all me
It’s all me
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The big ship wrecked, sailing away it is, Hold one; be true to him with truce, Like a child, the eyes are the window to innocence, Blinded by the loot, never falling for the blues, Erased by nature…
Source: It’s all me
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