one day
you have your own world, I still hide.
but it`s the question of my life.
I will accept your varied style
but hardly ever name you "mine".
the window`s covered in cocaine,
I am in winter, you`re in Vein.
but I believe - one cloudy day
the snow will change into the rain
and cotton sky`ll reflect your eyes.
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