Yes, the first time it blossomed, I had hidden it many times
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The face of that wonderful night
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The sound of sand and the moon's gravitation and the tears of honey of this chest
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Dependent on you to call to them, and if it can't be done, then they'll wait
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Now, as I floated in midair, it's a sad adventure for the harbinger of the flower garden
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I want to break it, to be able to attack the gentleness of the wall, that powder of the unpainted face
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It's coming, this surfaced topic is embarrassing to come into mind
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For the sake of making you my captive
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I repeatedly grant you your wishes
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It's like becoming a captive to the waves over and over again
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If your ears are shaking, leave your fine hair to me
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If it's destiny, I leave that smile of sense idle while I disregard it
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Continuing to let the paintbrush wander, I sketch out that glance
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Floating on the water's surface, the moon looks like it's dancing, because it returns the favor
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No, if the goal of this precious stone is hiding in the rift between the clouds
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It causes me to breathe heavily
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Like it's by accident, I can't recognize
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The drawn-in merit, something is trivial
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This encounter of angles return, I want to charm it with only strength
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I want to tie together with you in the dark night,
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Dispersing secret words all of the time
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Praying you will become a captive of love
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If I spin the thread, it will spin into sweet candy
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If the thing I wish for is faraway, we'll join our hands and I leave awareness idle
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Taking time to dissolve the sugar, to the commotion of your eyes
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Inviting the wind, let's become lost in the blue maelstrom
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If your ears are shaking, leave your fine hair to me
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If it's destiny, I leave that smile of sense idle while I disregard it
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Continuing to let the paintbrush wander, I sketch out that glance
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Floating on the water's surface, the moon looks like it's dancing, because it returns the favor
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