Maybe, maybe you don't know, sometimes in the cold night, I will pray for you.Maybe, maybe you don't understand why I sing for you when your world is dark sometimes.Perhaps, it is an abyss of possibility and impossibility.Maybe I am alone, watching you silently and carefully.Maybe you are a person, a person wishful thinking to tear up the tomorrow I love.Maybe, I stare at your desperate heart, you take it out slowly, slowly, it is beating and burning.Maybe, you say, choose, the love of your life, the enthusiasm in the deep sea, all in one thought, it stays, it dissipates.Maybe, I said, you, keep my heart, because there is no possibility, you are only ordered by me.
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