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I lose myself within your eyes, if the sun won’t burn me,
I cling, imagining each glance holds an angel.
I stay silent, to listen to my heart’s own voice,
I flap my wings, like a fragile butterfly.
The more I struggle, the more I fall—like broken wings,
I ask you: while you live your day, why must I die?
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