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set you free
I raise my hand and spread my fingers
And wave to you

You lower your eyes and shake your head
But i know it's you

It's the flock of hair
Swimming in the air
Golden weave

But you squirm under my glare
Because you know it's not fair
But You want to grieve

So i shake my head in return
And now it's my turn to squirm

So as i set you free
You set a fire in me to burn.



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