| And you saw that I came.
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| If my tongue is silent like this, my hand, my hand does not touch
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| Know that I have arrived.
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| My heart is wary, my eye is twitching
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| Just in case, if I've been silent
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| If the skin behind the flowers you wear is also
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| And if the blackest day
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| Know that I have met you.
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| I kiss and hug those proud eyes
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| flower of my two eyes
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| I love your eyes, take care of yourself
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| longingly
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| hello
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| In between, a thousand roads, a thousand longings
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| My eyes are longing for your eyes
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| Your skin is far from my skin now
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| I don't know how you are now
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| My dear liver, I know it's hard
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| Don't hang your face, make your smile fade
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| How can I tell you
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| If you only knew how I hit you
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| From your writing to your spilled hair
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| hazel in your eyes
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| Let me be a victim to your tears
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| Don't throw me to your ember paper clip
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| It's hard from night to night
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| I don't know how this longing will end
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| I'm waiting for your ways
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| My propeller life awaits you
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| Maybe, maybe you're too far away
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| But just as much
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| you are near
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| You are deep in my heart.
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| Anxious to stand in flower in such autumn time
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| You are a thin rose branch in the deepest part.
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| The writing of the ferry on my window is black
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| If it's your longing, it's a lifelong wound in me.
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| My soul, my liver.
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| The flower of my two eyes.
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| How can I tell you?
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| just as much
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| That's it
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| Until then…
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| From your writing to your spilled hair
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| hazel in your eyes
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| Let me be a victim to your tears
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| Don't throw me to your ember paper clip
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| It's hard from night to night
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| I don't know, this longing drives me crazy
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| I'm waiting for your ways
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| My propeller life awaits you |