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If you think that you are alone
You are wrong, you are wrong
If you think that you are alone
You are wrong, you are wrong

There's always something
There's always someone
Standing behind the curtains
Hiding behind the glass

It is hidden in a dusty corner
It may never sleep at night
It smells like strawberries
Unlike your breath and roses

It sounds like old strings
And quiet night summer wind
A whisper you once heard
With no distinguished words

A feeling and emotion
Turned into fine spirit
You will not dare to drink
And rather turn into ink

A.K.