In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
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In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Hold my hand. Wrap your fingers, tightly on my hand, afraid to let it go.
Aking giliw, pwede bang lumapit ka sa akin at abutin ang mga kamay ko?
Ako'y tatawid sa malamig mong tubig at babalikan kung saan tayo'y naghiwalay.