I can see the world
In many ways.
This way and that way,
I can even see it in your
Point of view.
Although I don't know why.
I shake my head,
Already knowing what's
Going to be said.
I don't know why I try anymore.
So without a word,
I turn.
I don't know the meaning of Love.
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