Imagine the time we ever spent
together in that yellow building
Many boat-moon shapes that really meant
and until now i keep in saving
But, see
It's ours that becomes so flat
It's me
The one you have stopped to look at
There is dark cloud that kick me out
Then, none of you gives me allowance
To step into your newest crowd
Friends, I'm begging, could you see me once?
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