a
run i desire
freedom between the old bricks
legs bent pale tired
b
morning frost soft wind
my brittle neck is tied tight
my heart turns timid
c
freedom is the blood
gallop on fire of strength
now i won the race
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Really like this set. The last one has a truth for me, but they are all very cool.
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Thank you friend xo
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Of course. 🤓
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