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I can be too selfish sometimes
I wanted to steal all the beautiful things
in the world and keep them for myself

*But the sun was too hot,
the sea drowned me,
the wind couldn't be contained,
And love was too big to fit in my pocket.
The winter wind bites at my cheeks
As I walk around the lake
But I don't mind
This is where I'm happy.
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