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And she said it was alright/

To recover things, to recover me/

You know it all except the bound of my true embrace trough the words I said/

Because I just want to fall down/

In your deep blue eyes, in your stormless face/

But lumber trough the crowd/

It's decree weakness as my common sense/

You've been lost without a trace/ should I be aiming for your touch/

And I quash all revulsion/ it was so much happier than today/

When love won't gain no ground/ with your foolish odds/

On your complementary choices/

I obey until you say you will/

You've been lost without a trace/

Should I be aiming for your touch