In the presence of my silent voice
I want to spend times
With my simple rhythmic attitude.
This wandering mind desires
To see-oh my beautiful lady-
Your the newest mood,
Where the stature will ignite
The day's best performance.
Who says that the desire
Always deserves beyond
The songs of experience?
Simply it's wondrous,
It's just beautiful ever,
Like the hugeness,
And like the mildness of the shore,
My love deserves to be
Elaborated a little bit more,
And Wants that brilliant,
Yes, that sounds like the brilliant.
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