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s k Y
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sunrise of rome
{ m a r i a }:
i don't wanna sit on the pavement while you fly but i will. i will. oh yes i will.
{ m a r i a }:
Paint the sky, as if to reach you. Draw the show of the century that's like a miracle. Resound and surpass the horizon, I'll repaint the darkness. In the midst of the weaving and overlapping light, I'll dance with you.