Where I come?
Where I come?
That such'v impregnated with the scent of night?
And I wound of love, love, love.
I would have died from you, but you were my life.
I traveled the streets with no destination.
You know only you know my touch, my kiss, I am you and you,.. Who are you?
NO no it can't be, this isn't me this is you.
I will be here when I'm gone.
How can I know that I was never existed if I wasn't here?
How can I know you were here when I didn't exist?
How can it be, to exist untouched by time standing still always the same?
Why were you here?
Why did you bring me here?
I need you to make me weightless like a feather.
I want it all, then give me *all* and make me whole again.
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