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Streets of Desperation

In tune with the edge of the wind's violent surges, We brace a calm that grasps these silent urges. It’s the heat of the instants that’ll write these verses. The avenue intensifies the eagerness of the day. As you can see, there is no one here to stay. I'll just grab your hand and fly you far away.

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