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The Nest
The middle of the road
is where people live
The middle of the road
is where our hearts sing
The middle of the road
it raptures and calls
The middle of the road
-a home for our wings
(The New Room: March, 2023)
is where people live
The middle of the road
is where our hearts sing
The middle of the road
it raptures and calls
The middle of the road
-a home for our wings
(The New Room: March, 2023)
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The Nest
The Nest