"In the skies I travel to get away on high, in the skies I see your hair running and dancing at times, in the skies I act that nothing has happened and the past is forgotten, in the skies everything is so small it becomes quiet"
"Travelling at night I found that stop, a bit desolate but with a good look, I thought of you as I listened to the radio, a bolero was playing and I could see your pale face smiling over the mountains" 100x100px
Flying over
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On the trip
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Don´t Touch
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Lighthouse
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We met
Hi
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