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