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From your eyes a lone sparkle trickles
Ah, clear sky out of the blue
If it's just pain it's evenly divided, yeah... it's gotta be
That's our color
Until my white breath vanishes, friskily dashing through that street
In the town visible from the hill blossomed a flower called "you"
It'll blossom again
In a color resembling you
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