Leaving me breathless
Breathless night, Windless air
At the stars above, I begin to stare.
I see the beauty,
How picturesque it seems
Oh, the exquisite salvation,
For one who believes
This is a poem by Botan

Leaving me breathless
Breathless night, Windless air
At the stars above, I begin to stare.
I see the beauty,
How picturesque it seems
Oh, the exquisite salvation,
For one who believes
This is a poem by Botan
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