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“A white breeze was rising toward the hills and the sun spilled its last gold upon your hair, oh sad part of me, do you remember?” quote by Roberto Sosa
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““A white breeze was rising toward the hills and the sun spilled its last gold upon your hair, oh sad part of me, do you remember?””

Roberto Sosa

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