background blues
a mind soothe sounds of heaven room rumbler..half past seven easy dine thought crumbler..fine wine blinds my mind throbbing window panes brain in a maze mother earth to blame it calms my soul like a blindfold hit sudden my eyes close the storm hours arose
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Quiet Storm(Zone Out)
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