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Mayfly
Our feet in the water
Nothing can stir her
We stay dry
Their only some words are
To disarm your sword hand
If ever we link hands
Divided we stand
As if we were right or unright
Sometimes it's just a slow life
Mayfly
Sometimes i hide here
Under the sea foam
A slow life
Passes me by like
A runaway train might
Forever we lap sand
Provided we stand
As if we were right or unright
Sometimes it's just a slow life
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