Never the Same #139
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Never the Same
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Every spring, the flowers bloom, and they sway in the breeze. Every spring, we go and see those flowers swaying in the breeze. And when spring is gone, we think about those flowers swaying in th...
Every spring, the flowers bloom, and they sway in the breeze. Every spring, we go and see those flowers swaying in the breeze. And when spring is gone, we think about those flowers swaying in th...