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You came from nowhere
And you took my lyrics in my hand,
You've been kneading with the spring,
With everything you had at your fingertips.
You were glad to write words
What else do you bring,
I promise, from now on,
I write for empty souls.
Goals of misses that do not come
Or scorched genes,
Who live only in sigh
And out of pain-and they make soothing.
💜❤❤💜
And you took my lyrics in my hand,
You've been kneading with the spring,
With everything you had at your fingertips.
You were glad to write words
What else do you bring,
I promise, from now on,
I write for empty souls.
Goals of misses that do not come
Or scorched genes,
Who live only in sigh
And out of pain-and they make soothing.
💜❤❤💜
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