When the spring walks down. When the blooming starts. What have I to give to you? When the times smell fine. When our eyes turn wide. Would you tell me all of your fears. So I could throw them away. Fears take flight. I just want you to be loved. I just want you to be lost inside my eyes. Is there anything that holds? Is it something I could fight?
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