| I had spitted out all
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| my thoughts to you,
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| A dead leaf fell before me who lost myself.
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| The thoughts overlapp on each other’s mind.
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| The dead leaf gradually regain the color.
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| And its feebly struggling
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| branch reminded me
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| of your frail hands.
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| Blown by wind and falingl into the wayside,
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| It was drained into the sea.
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| And I ask myself, «Have I become stronger?»
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| Blown by the wind and faling into the wayside,
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| I’ve decided not to remember you,
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| Till I know why you cried.
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| I had spitted out all
|
| my thoughts to you,
|
| A dead leaf fell before me who lost myself.
|
| The thoughts overlapp on each other’s mind.
|
| The dead leaf gradually regain the color.
|
| And its feebly struggling
|
| branch reminded me
|
| of your frail hands.
|
| Blown by wind and falingl into the wayside,
|
| It was drained into the sea.
|
| And I ask myself, «Have I become stronger?»
|
| Blown by the wind and faling into the wayside,
|
| I’ve decided not to remember you,
|
| Till I know why you cried.
|
| Blown by wind and falingl into the wayside,
|
| And I ask myself, «Have I become stronger?»
|
| Blown by the wind and faling into the wayside,
|
| I’ve decided not to remember you,
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| Till I know why you cried. |