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Imagintion


HE
strang that
i still like that
like kite play the wind with it
oh my tears
i hold my silent
i want to tolk
imagintion in shaow of imagintion
alone
i search about smart laungich
and translate cold move
give you dead flower
from away land
like bird
i cry
no
no one hear
my mouth call you come
come
but i still at surprised

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