You should be singing.
His voice filtered through to her on the wind, in the grass underfoot and echoing, in the the blood in her head. She looked down at the roughly hewn stone, running her alabaster fingers into the lettered grooves and around their curves.
And you should be living.














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"in the he blood" ?
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so, tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love? [all the time, all the time.]---the saltwater room; owl city
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I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around's breaking down to chaos
Between Places: everything you know is only a dream - a fantasy graphic novel
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