May. 30, 2017
Whispers
Let the whispers come,
Kira Braun
And let them go...
They know naught of us,
And don't deserve to know.
Instead let's feel the sun,
On our upturned faces...
And know without a doubt,
We're part of the world's graces.
Let the whispers come,
Kira Braun
And let them go...
They know naught of us,
And don't deserve to know.
Instead let's feel the sun,
On our upturned faces...
And know without a doubt,
We're part of the world's graces.
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