Bleached Again!

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Your fragile, folded wings
are just tired from the pure blue sky.
You don't have to force your smiles for anyone.
It's okay to smile... for yourself.



That lonely feeling keeps creeping up on me.
A single candle burns still inside.
There shouldn't be an expensive chamdelier in a wild place like this.
Can I really bury it all with empty words?
I don't even know anymore...



As long as we can swim freely in our dreams
we won't need that sky anymore.
Even if you can't let go of the past
I'll still be there to meet you tomorrow.



Your fragile, folded wings
are just tired from the pure blue sky.
You don't have to force your smiles for anyone.
It's okay to smile... for yourself.

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