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Snow spreads by grams, by meters underfoot.
It pulls like magnets to a simple answer.
White butterflies fly around carefully.
Just how much is it possible to see in the simple complexity.

Straight under the clouds,
It flew by, but for a while
I will try to ignite
The stars.
Doesn't pity the love of fire,
I arrived on sight toward it [love],
Two thousand telegrams
I will give...

Tears left behind an unfamiliar path.
My unrhythmic heart beats to you,
My hands burn from the cold wind.
The cool, stylish girls smile.

Chorus

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