With time we will build a house
of sweet walls and white memories.
of sweet walls and white memories.
With time
we will sing of bodies
inhabited with the light of touch.
inhabited with the light of touch.
With time
we will become this place
of simple music, this passage of love.
of simple music, this passage of love.
❂
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I have realized we all come to a time where we want to Build a house.
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