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When words are exchanged for routines
it becomes reflex that blows by like wind
nothing touching
nothing memorable
When words arise from the bottom of our hearts
from the forgotten spring of pure dreams and liveness
they are floating like music notes
Take everything beautiful from the Mother Nature
well blended with emotions deep down inside
into unity
Moonlight, greens, flowers, rain or shine
just about anything are transformed with our evolving feelings
into music of every moments we live in
touches everything
sweetens everything |
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