but will you dare to be... soon.
I held my breath 'til you pull back.
Sing for me that strange softness.
with no sense.
as the wind blows the hour on the fields.
I made you still.
Dear 'cause you're not real.
I can find to lay down my hopes before I die...
Sing for me that strange softness.
with no sense.
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