Every time you bloom,
Every time you sing,
Every time you look,
You are very different,
Full of new known fragrant,
Pulling the string of the heart,
To jump from minor to major,
The world absconds from the very eyes,
Those are keen to seek the truth,
This lie of life is beautiful,
As one day old young moon,
Thousands want it,
Millions need it.
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