How are you?
The morning comes
And you're still hiding
In your dark place
Come out
How are you?
The sunshine's out
And you're still dancing
At night sky with the moon
Come down
How are you?
The pigeons are fly
And you're still singing
In your quite room with an owl
Come here
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
But you're not here
You're not real
You're a shadow of my desires
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