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Little Heart

  • Amy Rasmussen
  • 28. okt. 2019
  • 1 min læsning


The song echoed through the entire house.


"Little heart, where will you go.

When everything is quiet and calm, you're gonna want to roll.

Down the hill, down, down to the ocean.

You'll try to sail away,

But I'll keep you here.

Cause you are mine.

Like a bird trapped in a ribcage,

You must go where I go."



 
 
 

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