It is beautiful to be alive. I taste the honey when I smile, I taste the flowers in the air. I miss my shadow but she is always there. And I move with the wind, so everything washes over me.
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It is beautiful to be alive. I taste the honey when I smile, I taste the flowers in the air. I miss my shadow but she is always there. And I move with the wind, so everything washes over me.