It's ironic how time and time again music finds it's way back.
Every time, it feels the same - butterflies and dragons.
November 10, 2017
March 7, 2017
New notebook; Old pen
We never change
We change our clothes
We cut our hair
We may even shift cities or countries
But, we never change.
We change our clothes
We cut our hair
We may even shift cities or countries
But, we never change.
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