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In the Mist of Crowd
In the mist of crowd
I wandered
they say when the night comes
there is always a shooting star
that brightens up the sky
In the mist of the crowd
I was looking around
a pair of starry-eyes gazing at me
fragrance coming near
curly hair waving in the wind
In the mist of crowd
I was afraid to look into her eyes
for a split second
I would lose myself forever
In the mist of crowd
I stand alone
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