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Hidden deep in a seat of cold and warm swimming on the edge of time measuring a distance moored in the fingers of the years I woke up in the spring you are my eyes bathing in the unrestrained summer you are my days there is always a silhouette of time

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Hide a seat of cold and warmth

Wander the edge of time

Measure a distance

Anchored at the fingers of the years

I woke up in the spring

You are my eyes

Bathe in the exuberance of summer

You are my God

In the silhouette of time

There is always a fragrant flow of years

With the love of the morning sun

Warm and pure

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Hidden deep in a seat of cold and warm swimming on the edge of time measuring a distance moored in the fingers of the years I woke up in the spring you are my eyes bathing in the unrestrained summer you are my days there is always a silhouette of time
Hidden deep in a seat of cold and warm swimming on the edge of time measuring a distance moored in the fingers of the years I woke up in the spring you are my eyes bathing in the unrestrained summer you are my days there is always a silhouette of time
Hidden deep in a seat of cold and warm swimming on the edge of time measuring a distance moored in the fingers of the years I woke up in the spring you are my eyes bathing in the unrestrained summer you are my days there is always a silhouette of time
Hidden deep in a seat of cold and warm swimming on the edge of time measuring a distance moored in the fingers of the years I woke up in the spring you are my eyes bathing in the unrestrained summer you are my days there is always a silhouette of time
Hidden deep in a seat of cold and warm swimming on the edge of time measuring a distance moored in the fingers of the years I woke up in the spring you are my eyes bathing in the unrestrained summer you are my days there is always a silhouette of time
Hidden deep in a seat of cold and warm swimming on the edge of time measuring a distance moored in the fingers of the years I woke up in the spring you are my eyes bathing in the unrestrained summer you are my days there is always a silhouette of time
You are me You are mine You are my eyes berth silhouette Day years Shadow emotion time
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