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There was this pure sentiment of acceptance,
You can't see me,
So I listen.
Night was quiet for the one who always speak.
But the cats knew,
Every stories,
were born at night.
~
~
There was this pure sentiment of acceptance,
You can't see me,
So I listen.
Night was quiet for the one who always speak.
But the cats knew,
Every stories,
were born at night.
~