the wind blow and flying to my feet
I want you to know about all that I need
what should I do with this heartbeat
broken leaves start to dry
and still I try the reason why
cause it's hard to think when the moment die
with all the things that are passing by
broken leaves buried in the sand
remind me when I raise my hand
trying to reach from where I stand
the shadow of yours I love since then
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