wonder

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The lips which were counting on you
My soul wants to wonder for you
The hands that are apart from other
Wanna steal the rhythm of this weather

Soul which were resist on other
Will keep trying to push others
It may find the rolling hatred
But still you will be my forever secret

The words are rolling on tongue
The rhythm of body are stirring on one
Will let the breathes took apart or be a sum
The heart beats will be for the battle of this rum

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