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The face reflected in the mirror was a crybaby back then, but I’m not a child now. I undo my now-long hair I continue to search for my own story Until the blindfold that conceals my fate is removed I’ll pierce through these clouds with my wings and go to the distant tomorrow. dont watch the lost butterfly. These targeted, feathered wings will take a long leap unseen, out of your concealed chest. Go past the precious things, go past the important things because everyone desires happiness, windows can be opened wide. In the skies there's a dream of love and a song that you'll hear clearly, straining your ear. My chest tightens as I realize a sweet fragrance is tempting me. Those lost words were magically put on my lips.
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