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You are so beautiful without your dress.
But our relations are funny.
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Our names, our life, our light
Our lips - they can sleep together.
C.
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Wind and whisper... eyes in my glass,
And your voice in my broken ears,
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And my kisses can't stop, are they?
In this forest we can eat our moon.
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Circle songs aren't turded off.
Perfect life. Plastic love.
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