The one who stood at the entrance of the last summer
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A blue lump with a knife hanging from her neck
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Clear blue glaring at the world with big eyes
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I can't say that I'm good friends
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She was cut out goodbye too suddenly
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You laugh at me who was fluttering even though I didn't like it
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I met at the farthest place from the kind of hope
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It's like on a clean snow without being stepped on by anyone
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Two blue loneliness in a silver pool
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I don't even know how to end the overlapping lips
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We are a light that does not reach miracles
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I think it's okay to look at you tonight
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A small warrior who is a beginner in life
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Even today I live by changing the soaring skirt to wings
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Sometimes I hid and laughed on the day I lived well
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Thank you for looking up at the stars and laughing, I'm sorry
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We went through the world without telling the moon
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I never get tired of it because the sky is still blue today
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I was helped by the rain yesterday
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Someone in the distance says
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Then who should I teach? |
I was born for the first time
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I fell in love with the moment between the blinks of the universe
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Two blue heartbeats in the silver pool
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I gently remembered my overlapping lips
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You are the day I was born
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This servant of her who spilled from this hand
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The sleeves of this world that clung to for the first time
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I tried to shake it off and grabbed it
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We are a light that does not reach miracles
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Then we |