the wind danced with me calling out names of grandmothers i had not known it was a small death laughed the rain drops you didn’t know it would be your last time flying home
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the wind danced with me calling out names of grandmothers i had not known it was a small death laughed the rain drops you didn’t know it would be your last time flying home
