I touch the cold stone pieces of my house, and I think of beauty
the sea breeze my golden curls, and I just contemplate – the meeting of mySelf.
I think
what’s the point of roaming on?
when
I know where my heart has brought me
I’m

Golden City
I touch the cold stone pieces of my house, and I think of beauty
the sea breeze my golden curls, and I just contemplate – the meeting of mySelf.
I think
what’s the point of roaming on?
when
I know where my heart has brought me
I’m
Golden City
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