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It all comes to an end

A new journey begins, different

The sails sail against the wind

Still flowers in the distance

Today I have a direction

The road is at your feet,

Down-to-earth approach to your dreams

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I must be pure white petals

Scattered in the placket of your pure white clothes

The remnants of the fragrance are scattered in your nose

Be patient and look for surprises

When you find me surprised

Please take a break at the beginning of summer

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History carries a heavy weight and goes against the wind

I came with the wind, but I didn't meet it

It swept away my past

I'm looking forward to my future

In the old days, you just have to be calm

And those who hesitate, do not look back

Don't stop, you have to be brave

Because time is not far behind

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