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Some FMA nostalgia
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Her golden hair and sapphire eyes...
That spirit and spunk...
Her sweetness and wrath...
Dear my,When the leaves were rusted and falling..
I'd go and see her. The moon once hung in a cresent as I watched her every move.
Her voice mingled with my blood,Every syllable attaching itself to my every particle.
A trance the couldn't have been broken with any power under heaven.
That spirit and spunk...
Her sweetness and wrath...
Dear my,When the leaves were rusted and falling..
I'd go and see her. The moon once hung in a cresent as I watched her every move.
Her voice mingled with my blood,Every syllable attaching itself to my every particle.
A trance the couldn't have been broken with any power under heaven.
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