A girl
It's called poetry
There are countless secrets in my heart
Because in the world
It's hard to meet a confidant
She had to search
She thought she was
Not on your face
Show the mark
On her face
It's already written
Solitude
A girl
It's called poetry
There are countless secrets in my heart
Because in the world
It's hard to meet a confidant
She had to search
She thought she was
Not on your face
Show the mark
On her face
It's already written
Solitude
She thought she was
Not on your face
Show the mark
On her face
It's already written
Solitude
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