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Lying on your shoulders.
Crisp grass patterns on the ceiling, gray and blue they are appealing to your eyes.
They crash undeniably; for mystic reasons you can tell, she can't turn her neck around.
And I presume.

Science can't explain this even if you gave a chance to it.
Oh Merilu.

Lying on your shoulders.
Crisp grass patterns on the ceiling, gray and blue they are appealing to your mind.
They crash undesirably; for mystic reasons you can't tell, she won't turn her head around.
And I assume.

Magic can't create this even if you give a chance to it.
Oh Merilu.


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