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My look so grand from a distance that you need to touch It gives a vision of the simple but it isn't much I won't be fooled by its touch or emotional supply The scent of a feel in heavy love we dry the cold in the bare grass so delicate by one's eye it's where we can't rely the look to grand Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play To be accepted I must blend into convention's way and seem universal ways I won't be fooled by its touch or emotional supply the scent of a feel in heavy love we dry the cold in the bare grass so delicate by one's eye it's where we can rely the look to grand