The kind of song, I listen to on rainy mornings, long bus rides.
“I spread my wings and I learn how to fly, I do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance, make a change and breakaway”
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musing on the quaint, the queer, the quintessential
The kind of song, I listen to on rainy mornings, long bus rides.
“I spread my wings and I learn how to fly, I do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance, make a change and breakaway”
