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A
lump
of
steel,
like
a
shooting
star.
Just
seeing
the
same
sky
as
you
makes
familiar
scenery
look
different.
I
swing
between
hope
and
despair
at
your
slightest
gesture,
and
my
heart
starts
to
play
a
melody.
What
kind
of
feeling
is
this
again?
What
do
they
call
this
kind
of
feeling?
I
think
it's
probably...
called
love.
I'm
sure
this
is
what
they
call
love.
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