Again, again, again-
I dream,- about you,
Day was gone- night come,
But everything the same,
Like morning sun,-
that taking dew.
Why, why, why-
I cannot find the answer.
It is playing in me,
It is dancing in me,
The same plot,
So many time,
What happened
Once.
Again
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