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Tell me
Of the things you feel
Of the visions inside your head
Surely
Your symphony
Could be playing with me instead
Can't you see me standing here
Hoping for the depths of blindness
For the world to see
Why this
Synthesis
Whenever you are near
Truth is
Delirious
In love's great atmosphere
Can't you see us standing here
Just hoping for the depths of blindness
For the world to see
What better said
What better heard
Melt my heart with just one word
What better said
What better heard
Say this love is so observed
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