Remember the scent of night jasmine
The feel of the evening sun on your face
When it all gets too much
Remember the sun setting over the endless sea
The way things were, and will be once more
Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.
Remember the scent of night jasmine
The feel of the evening sun on your face
When it all gets too much
Remember the sun setting over the endless sea
The way things were, and will be once more
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