Strophe<br />
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Right now your heart is lying bare<br />
No one left for you to share<br />
You start to doubten your ideals<br />
In the isolated fields<br />
Watching time is standing still<br />
Something more and you can feel<br />
The penetrating lust of your heart<br />
Is nothing for a start<br />
And time is not to mention<br />
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Ref.:<br />
<br />
Tempture Tempture Me<br />
(you hide your love)