Kortne
Your eyes are the constant that draw me in
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Your sparkle lashes me to milk
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- It's hard to hold
- We can not find
- Apologize
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- We've got no time
- To save him
When your beauty turns to feel rest and it will eventually clear
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And I as always as ever wait here and I in despair
It's hard to hold pebbles in our hands
We can not find
We Became the wind
we can not apologize to them
We've got no time to save him...
