Paper Towns
Paper Towns Ruby The map is fading, edges torn, From places we once called our own. Names that whispered in the breeze, Now ghostly echoes,
Paper Towns Ruby The map is fading, edges torn, From places we once called our own. Names that whispered in the breeze, Now ghostly echoes,
You Didn’t Notice Ruby You didn’t notice when you were younger And you used to watch the raindrops fall, Pretending they raced for the last
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