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Tracing the edge of the glass with my fingers

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At the espresso bar we often went to,

The melody you spilled

Shaking the world

On a night when the cat cries

What I gaze upon is your lips

Waving towards you

I hope you think of me sincerely

To run away with you on this street

For you, whom I don't know your name or fac

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