Twice I turned my back you,
I fell flat on my face,
But didn't loose.
Tell me where should I go?
Tell me what led you on, I'd love to know.
Was it the blue night?
Gone fragile.
Was it both men?
In a wonder steady going under.
Was it the light waves?
So frightening.
Was it a two will?
One mirror holding us dearer now.
-Little dragon
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