Seablite - Faded

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We fly alone where time is frozen Softly through clouds and smiling roses Slow motion trees they're rooting deeper Hear through the wind their gentle whisper Close enough to dance around the moon Maybe we will land but not too soon Headed to the ground with summer rain Coming down like paper planes We fly alone and feeling hollow Floating away into tomorrow We fly alone
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