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                                                                |   I have a square sticker on my laptop              |
   
                                                                |   When I look around me, all I see is shapes        |
   
                                                                |   We can’t live without the air                     |
   
                                                                |   Blow blow the atrium wind                         |
   
                                                                |   All the small insects live underground            |
   
                                                                |   All the rooms are waiting for the twilight moon   |
   
                                                                |   The light felt heavy                              |
   
                                                                |   My heart felt big                                 |
   
                                                                |   But my body left in the dark room                 |
   
                                                                |   My tear is in the corner of my eye                |
   
                                                                |   The water trickled down my cheek                  |
   
                                                                |   And I let my long legs walk out of your life      |
   
                                                                |   I’m running to my dreams                          |
   
                                                                |   Tripping over stones                              |
   
                                                                |   I will hand it to you one day                     |
   
                                                                |   Let’s draw circles before leaving                 |
   
                                                                |   Then I’ll let you leave my mind                   |
    
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