my rain in the desert
my rain in the desert

my rain in the desert

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"I miss you so much Now I'm awake Just hold me tight In every dream you're my guiding light" I was completely lost in a desert of despair. When he came along, I thought it would just be some random person who could get me out of there. But in time I discovered that this would not be the only method of saving me. I urgently needed something that would bring me relief. And he brought much more than that. "I feel like the sand is being blown I can make the storm I'm inside this dream It feels like A rain in the desert"
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Oi. Nem sei se alguém vai ler isso aqui algum dia, mas é bom deixar escrito, né? (eu acho) Bem, essa conta possui umas...

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