In the pressure of seasons we complete our winter-article; taking a long time
Those which are dry, basically having those
We create water in the freaking late autumn
Then put on the dress of onus faced rupture
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I see the frustrated clouds flying over your eyes
Bearing a moral sign of sadness,
Alone in a gentle cold night.
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Whatever to happen
I needn't to do care
Just a little thing to notice
By which thee came dear!
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O dear joy,
I wanna hold your fingers
like I used to do.
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With what expectations, i've awaken in morn!
Just drawn out the sun over your forehead
But, the whole sky reflect black tears
Hallucinations are born from 'don't-cares'
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