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The Air of Her Ways
Breathing deeply, rhythmic air
She's preparing for sweet dreams
The stars will gather in her hair
She's not quite what she seems
Her smile is there to comfort me
This savior to my eyes
An angel far as I can see
Risen to ceiling skies.
She's preparing for sweet dreams
The stars will gather in her hair
She's not quite what she seems
Her smile is there to comfort me
This savior to my eyes
An angel far as I can see
Risen to ceiling skies.
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