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The web of words to choose from,
Scraping words from my heart to express,
Under the stairs we meet.

Random and awkward are my lyrics.
Looking like a ghost as I spoke,
Not losing interest as I Listen,
Her sweet song of a bird.


Parting ways before time ends,
Listening for her tweet,
remembering the dissipating moment,
When will the next song come?




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