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Wild Child
Our time unfolds, all the tales we told. Lands we burned to please others. In the underworld, every whisper’s heard. All that we failed...


The Ripple and the Ocean
Falling snow. Soft and cold. I see the streets full of people, and snowflakes tonight They look so beautiful and lonely, far from the...


Your World is Mine / Gran Paradiso
Forest. Old and wise. Dangers and wonders live deep inside. Rivers. Gentle and wild. Singing songs of freedom and the gift of life....
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