Sometimes it's feels real,
If we could say it all;
Just to seal it loose envelopes;
It's rivers we would sails,
Forever hope to embrace,
We held its endings together;
It's bitter sweet wine,
Our lips would taste,
Tipsy we would still be calm,
In it beautiful skies,
We would live it's blues,
Forever someday.
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