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I act as a roaming villager...

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Arriving as shower's tears...

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Somehow we were on fire...

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I can't breathe...

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I will study your features...

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It hammers against my heart...

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Love itself is pure...

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And I tried to block our paths...

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I cried for a dream to be tangible...

You crafted us beautifully,
able to be shaken...

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On a menacing night I hum freely...

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Just as day lingers on that final hour...