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Self - war
Like glass, I wish the end is clear
My heart still claims a facade and tries to be oblivious
The path is covered with different shades of misery
But I keep singing the music of hope to it
I can't let the unclear mist bury me
As April showers bring many flowers, so I must win this self-war.
My heart still claims a facade and tries to be oblivious
The path is covered with different shades of misery
But I keep singing the music of hope to it
I can't let the unclear mist bury me
As April showers bring many flowers, so I must win this self-war.
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