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Under the plains
In ears of wheat
The flood of things
The flood of things
Disheveled hair
In your firm hand
Disheveled hair
In your firm hand
In your firm hand
Firm hand
It's only your face
What about inner beauty?
What inside
Your mind?
I don't know hand
Disheveled hair
Disheveled hair
In your firm hand
Disheveled hair
In your firm hand
Ears of wheat
I am lost
In this forest
I don't know
Where to go
I am lost
Help me
