8
Wandering a lot of path
Skipping shadows that sat
For it's you whom I want to find
Isn't it a maze?
That when I see yor face
All I can see is a layer of grace.
Blinded with darker shade of hue
And it's making me feel so blue
With your light, I don't want to lose this bind
Isn't it great?
That now, we're eight
For all I know, this is fate.
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