To be a genius
I [?] in love
So good at something wrong
So [?]
Now I fall for seven, see them everywhere
Everywhere I go
Nothing's more rigged than happiness
Flowers no one picks

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Every new shore's blue
A landscape of desire
It was non, midnight of day
Celestial eyes, jasmine [?]
In the streets, you would catch a glimpse
Of yourself, I run
There's no fire I'd kneel beside
There's nothing I'd rather be now

The grand stand of youth is closed
But your role is declined
Are you having those dreams again?
Gold cups scatter [?]

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