As a falling leaf
and a obscure heart
can be the same
Stay levelheaded, think logic?
Create in yourself all the imaginations and possibilities
and stare at lamentable thrown aways
There's nothing much to talk about
There's so much to talk about
to say to
When you tell me a way of whispering
from heart to heart
but it never happens, it never will
doesn't matter, will?
Fly me up to wherever distance
against time and conscience
There's no music or dance
But a full bench
With two empty spaces to sit on
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