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Sun boy

lucid memories arise... your golden eyes remind me of times from far away. well, yes, I'm late because I'm lost in your face. your statue stance invites me, take the lead, this is your dance.

green grass, dancing in the flicker of your sunlight, your love is like the sun, it warms up my lungs.

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