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On every
When you just tell what I cannot say
when you shine upon the ghosts along my way
I drop the game of throwing knives
there must be marks on tree
the past to our home

Only the mayfly to tell me so
now here is august, your weight, just let go
now midnight sun turns with northern lights
will I ever have to feel what those were about?

In sound of sighing, that empty howl
and all the everloving in the line of your tries
some ends forgotten and some others
whatever to the boy is now a tale for the seas
when you know already young
like the grass to become
and free,
its all well be

I dont remember where i to dive
but I am humble for the when I try
and somehow I am lowered the waves
now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my

In that sound of sighing, that howl
and all the everloving bends in the line of tries
some ends forgotten and some others
whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the
you know youre already young
like the wither to become
and free,
its all ever be