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Something in that look in your eyes
Gives me little bit of hope.
The glance is impelling to remind
Events that took place long ago.
When every single phrase
Was not erased
And wasn't copied,
It was abandoned.
But your thoughts
About those words
Will lift up and put down
The rejected stone.

The one powerful weakness
Was looking for us so that later
we have never stopped and still danced
leave fashion trends, they don't matter.

There's nothing to find,
Nothing to trust in.
Nobody's quiet,
I'm not good at fighting.
Ideal doesn't exist,
'Cause you need the real me,
And I can't be everything,
And I can’t become you and still be myself
But I can be mine and I can be yours for free.

The one powerful weakness
Was looking for us so that later
we have never stopped and still danced
leave fashion trends, they don't matter.

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