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never thun
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| 作詞 Garland |
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Who has a secret
It is fearful that it is revealed
A check exists
For it, love is similarly
Especially it hides in a breast
Words are only conveyed
Since it's every day whichthinks is useless
Except for an important thing
What to throw away altogether
In me, it is already more than this
Since it is needed and there is no end
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