A glance is all it takes, my body is love-striken.
Thunder fell upon us
and you died,
like a thousand lotus blossoms
blooming under my sorrows.
I've never known of a number like you.
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A glance is all it takes, my body is love-striken.
Thunder fell upon us
and you died,
like a thousand lotus blossoms
blooming under my sorrows.
I've never known of a number like you.
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