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Nothing...
Nothing wrong,
I guess I like foolish...
Situations.
Nothing... No, nothing wrong,
'just want to let go...
No direction!
Feeling, swaying slow,
Just before giving up for real,
I want to know.
What if you touch me.
I think I'll slide into your mind.
What if you touch me.
I think I'll infuse in your sighs.
Don't you refrain for me.
Oh...
What if you touch me...
I aim' you!
Nothing...
Nothing wrong,
I guess I like foolish...
Situations!
Sustain,
Contain the fall
of words denying sens
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