I was thinking about her
Thinking about me
Knowing to find it's rare
Wondering she might flee
Half away worries submerge
Cared by sacred stream
Hoping I survive the surge
The drips upon extreme
Silence plays alone and tight
Hoping I attach the string
In pre-season to a kite
Fantasized, I am it's spring
Fantasy, Fantasy I realized it was just a dream...
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