my dear
what is in your heart
the feeling you hold
what exactly is it
to give
or to get
to hold her
to to be held by her
to lead her to the vast grassland
or to be the weight she carry out of abyss
my dear,
what exactly is in your heart
you know
without gravity, without full heart
what end it will be
you know
the route towards true end
starts by you
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