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I could try to speak
Only to find an echo as a response
For by myself,I am weak
But the longing isn't wrong
Even if I'm meeted with the wind
I could go mad with sin
Without a hint of sentiment
The walls are dead;no sound
Only a black road ahead,no one around
To being just one,I thought I was prone
Time stops when we're alone





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