A world with no singers

I would die

I am dyeing as we speak

my voice needs to find me

me me me

the singer needs to find me

me me me

I would die

Love is in a singer

She walks in the wind

where is that singer

I am dyeing as we speak

Love me again

Free me

I am so lonely without your magic

I am so lost without your touch

The End

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