She came up in a dress made of light
I know like it was today
I was so out of myself
A whisper fell into my soul
And would lead a fine song
Speaking a strange language
And it felt good
When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in my mind
Like cherry blossom in Japan
Feeling awkward
But still I never regretted it
What if never saw you again?
I'll die right next to hope.
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