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When my hand touches the fire
I am
even I did not know
In my heart
I shed tears in pain
waving hands
I am
even I did not know
In my heart
I shed tears in pain
waving hands
My ears,
Someone
When they praise themselves
When gossiping who is not in front
Without much thought
Soul and body,
They are frozen
Like then.
even I did not know
In my heart
I shed tears in pain
waving hands
I am
even I did not know
In my heart
I shed tears in pain
waving hands
My ears,
Someone
When they praise themselves
When gossiping who is not in front
Without much thought
Soul and body,
They are frozen
Like then.
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