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It's up to you, I believe.
Your purple is purple, I believe it.
Great is your God, amenna.
Your poem is a perfect poem,
Not to mention the smoke.
But what is your name
Don't disturb my balance.
I am numb with all the trees,
It may or may not have been crowded.
I lost it on the streets and found it in my pocket.
But the streets were like this,
The trees were like this,
But what is your name
Don't disturb my balance.
Both my love and my realities can change.
Against a sparkling wavy sea
I have come to knee-deep waters,
I smile with good will at all of you,
I can't fight any of you.
Whatever you say
I have a secret knowledge,
It's up to you, I believe
I believe your purple is purple,
I'm right for the world,
I'm just for myself,
But what is your name
Don't disturb my balance.
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