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Sakura, color me pink,
Sakura, color me white.
Above all colors, don't hold red.
A delicate figure among the snow,
Such jealousy and respect cannot compare
Your Wisdom and you Pride.
The day is dying
And hiding beneath
The city lights
I’m learning
That our nights are
Still beautiful
miles apart
when the palpitations of
my heart
choke on their longing
Each key crafted from ivory
Each separate, yet together they call for the touch of my finger
Each note, all play a different part in making that sweet sound
The keys ripple with each tap like a wave
