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The corners of my lips fall upward,
Warming with happiness.
My soul is pure,
Thus it peaks with glory.

Wholeheartedly breathing,
As if one is my last.
Extravagant colors
Unravel the heart.

The corners of my lips fall upward,
For the sun bloomed
Therefore my heart stays.





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