Sometimes I lift myself up, I spin 1000 times,Sometimes I lock myself behind open doorsSometimes I tell you because of this silenceAnd it's because sometimes I belong to youAnd sometimes to the wind.Sometimes from a thread, and sometimes from a hundredAnd sometimes my dear, I swear that I think.Why is it so difficult to feel like I feel,Feel like I feel seems so difficult?Sometimes I look at you,
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