Lefthanded
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I'm In The Longing Yard
In the middle of the night
I'm standing in the longing yard
Blowed by memories of the past
Appearing with a frown
A flower that I once adored
But withered in the end
I want to break through the walls of the past
And fix our mistakes
What we don't feel
Before sorry didn't mean anything
Young blood dominates itself
It's so easy to hate
I miss you in the yard
Only friends with withered flowers
I miss you in the yard
No fragrance no honey
oh my regret freezes in the heart
Oh my love the cure for longing
Oh my love is only for you

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