Who Knows What We Truly Hold

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Yes, we dont believe in magic rather if its not a miracle

Yes, we dont believe in us rather if its not about being together

Well something fishy begins with a sight

A sight that has a tremendous power to seek someone within u

Power enough to drag you to madness

Madness in the world of uncertainty

Enough to lead you to endless points of reality


Who knows what come forth swinging in or out

And thats when everything seems to cease

A tiny sparkle is enough to drag you in 

Into the world, rich of fantasy you wanted to  build

Having had a desire to make it build big

But there is when you found it all scattered 


Having no regrets, after all, is what you need to seek

Besides its the fortune that what i say 

Who knows whom will we be holding

See your scars and see the stars

Twinkle Twinkle of your own 

Ohh Baby, you are just so so fine.

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