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A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

E quando il sole chiede alla luna dove andrò, andrò dovunque andrai. Altrove no.
Irama
I'm sorry by the way. Never coming around. It'd be so sweet if things just stayed the same.
Harry Styles