A Gentle Breeze
The land laid still,
The earth, the trees were undisturbed.
The village cried out for freedom.
What hope had they to live?
Occupied armies carried on as they pleased.
As the soldiers (more…)
Where Dreams Are Dreamt.
The land laid still,
The earth, the trees were undisturbed.
The village cried out for freedom.
What hope had they to live?
Occupied armies carried on as they pleased.
As the soldiers (more…)
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