Here you are beside me I turn your way and think Can it be real What comes to us often comes in such a random way we laugh it away I want to ask where is your heart now and what is that bright thing you hold in your palm
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Here you are beside me I turn your way and think Can it be real What comes to us often comes in such a random way we laugh it away I want to ask where is your heart now and what is that bright thing you hold in your palm