I wonder If I exhaled them Or washed them down the drain For they’ve gone missing Like my spectacles and now I can find them

Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
I wonder If I exhaled them Or washed them down the drain For they’ve gone missing Like my spectacles and now I can find them
Oh! They torment me so these words – that fly before my eyes, like birds the din they create -flapping their sturdy wing
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