The spirits of the soul
What has happened may be a dream dream
Everything suspects last
But maybe it was a dream too
The world is reunited
With the wind blowing
The wind is smoldering not on the wounded heart
From the first love this way
Make people forget themselves
Is not there at the end of the world
Or ocean floor
All ends are stars and galaxies
The extent of this dream is like a star expanse
And human desire is like a snowball
And love comes like a morning sun that never breaks a promise
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