The wind was always here,
echoes still sighing
on the streets,
and the sea singing
its silent longing,
its silent longing,
bringing waves from the oceans
into this quiet bay;
And the faces are getting older,
changes in the air,
future is building itself
among these walls,
on these forever paths,
in our own footsteps,
Prisoners of freedom.
oletus
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