chill
Can you feel pain,
It hurts my will:
Can wet feel rain?
I tried to burn
I wanted die.
Did you feel coin
Of my desire?
It was too late.
I was too low.
You aren't see rate
Of my soul goal.
Found light at night,
I go away.
But I create you,
All your rights.
You're Indurate
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