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Hello, how are you
Sleeping well at night, too? Who does that, it is a weird thing While you are waiting in the right wing Why your face is so beautiful It makes others look pitiful To see your eyes It makes me want to lie No one knows what I mean I love that, it may seem Come on over, and kiss me sweet All of those long, long weeks I met you just three years ago You don't know how I loved you To be in this low It makes me feel like puke So, why does the wind blow in your face? I don't know, it may be just the case A case of normal nature But it is not a failure That is the story of the wind And how I came to you again You always were there, with me So here I go, watch me flee.
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