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Every words so... Every word's so fragile Inside passion that feels like chasing rain When the slowness of the day has gone Leaving shadowlike feelings to depend upon Every words so... Every word's so fragile Inside passion that feels like chasing rain You sleep like breathing You sleep like breath... gently And the tease cries Weeping listless laughter Always thirsty like an attractive flower When the danger in the touch is gone Changing delicate evenings to reflective ones And the tease cries Weeping listless laughter Always thirsty like an attractive flower You sleep like breathing You sleep like breath... gently From Letras Mania