“The wind is blue like patting my hair

Like your hand, look, it blows gently

All wounds are something like lose and strong

Were embraced and warmed

With your eyes

I can’t forget that we’re connected

And the important times

I won’t let go our tied hand in hand

In this place where you only have to be

The town without a name is like leaving me behind

Looks like your smile, it smiles”

Dramatical-Murder: Veranda scene.

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