Barefoot on glass
Looking reflex of myself,
I got only a moment,
In which you part makes tell,
This is big know me,
Without need stay barefoot,
Because simply do time free,
Walking like this now with foot,
Making too the next rainbow,
It isn't in my blood dirty good;
Searching some now,
Where have that find nothing,
And see what on heart read downtown...
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