You are my hope
But you cut the rope
I tie my life
On active hive
You own my soul
But the road is ghoul
We walk in a cliff
Wind constantly shift
You are my dream
But your heart is stream
I follow the wave
To another cave
You prison my love
But yours in glove
I sell my freedom
Only not to be alone
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