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If every day before I met you
I have been wrapping one layer a day
That would have been twenty thousands layers
guarding some secrets of mine
that have not let anyone else know
It didn't take long to peel off all of those
with you
almost magically and unequivocally
Never imagine I would live without secrets
yet I did
It becomes wind perhaps
and could simply disappear in to the air
no one else could see it anyway
Perhaps words are too troublesome sometime
not even the music could get to the heart
not even a hug is warm anymore
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