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You are with me but you do not know
There is no green leaf on the branches
Silences abound these days
We also didn't say anything about the seasons
You didn't open your mouth, I chose to speak
You read what I didn't write
What is this place? What is this town?
There is no one in this world but you
Let's take a closer look
Nothing happened out of nowhere
Who left me with hair and feathers?
At what heights did it not happen?
What color is required on which floor?
No respondent in the eyes, no sound on the lips
Don't ask back.
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