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let go of me i’m just something annual, annual without any doubt i was something menstrual, menstrual someone some game to play in the way i thought you arose from a dream like a miracle, a miracle and someone passed away in my life i am cynical, cynical one day too late you’ll stop and see the meaning of loss you lost the meaning of all your ghosts the meaning of all those miracles without any doubt i accept i was seasonal, seasonal From Letras Mania