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Dashing inside, feeling the danger...

=Drums=
Every time you sent some messages...

I
How dare you to have a ground...

When I speak, I use my hypothalamus
Not my Broca's area...

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I love you and you know it's true...

It's you, the type of person, not easy to release,
It's you, the kind of mistake, that I would like...

Yes, this is God's Impeccable timing,
For the wounds and bruises healing...

One day God sent me a gift
A gift that is an angel, a friend so sweet...

White is the color of fresh fallen snow,
A winter kissed dress with a soft glow...

When I miss you, I just gazed in a wide open sky,
I wished that you are with me, Singing you're best...

Kiss me under the moonlight
before the heavens steal it from the night...

Love
Love, such a beautiful word...