Heart yet brags about a sun
With a sea that pushes it up
In the window, it is a routine.
Cancer has heart that brags
That it still owes sun its fall.
But heart still beats a drum.
Heart yet brags about a sun
With a sea that pushes it up
In the window, it is a routine.
Cancer has heart that brags
That it still owes sun its fall.
But heart still beats a drum.
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