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Madeon Aug 2017
If Love is a disease
then I'm very sick
but incredibly happy....
Madeon Aug 2017
You are like rain
So unpredictable
So refreshing
So sometimes ruthless
So gentle
So renascent
You come and go
And come back again
And leave me invisible traces
Madeon Jul 2017
I run into the melody.

the crimson sounds hug me.

i ever struck a still place.

it was a singing rose.

— The End —