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And
as the last
kiss
of these ballet
flats
disappear
While
the cold
fingertips touch
the golden doorknob
that the sun
has shone upon
I've decided
to get away..
as the last
kiss
of these ballet
flats
disappear
While
the cold
fingertips touch
the golden doorknob
that the sun
has shone upon
I've decided
to get away..
...when you want to fly freely towards the sun...
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