.
But, for a certainty, back then, we loved so many, yet hated
so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...Yet even
then, we ran like the wind, whilst our laughter echoed, under
cerulean skies
so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...Yet even
then, we ran like the wind, whilst our laughter echoed, under
cerulean skies
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