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We still wonder where they go..
Being forgotten bit by bit Weaker and weaker as it grows That is what happens, I suppose
Of all the ones that we condemn We don’t remember all of them Even when we continue to grow ...
Easily popped by just one touch Easily missed by way to much Silent and round as we make it ...
Bubbles:: Some bubbles rise up to the sky Some bubbles don’t I don’t know why
Bubbles
