Hands
Hands slip away.
Innocent tired hands.
Marble glances.
You and me.
The new sun will be born.
Never you again.
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Hands
Hands slip away.
Innocent tired hands.
Marble glances.
You and me.
The new sun will be born.
Never you again.
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