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Butane

from Butane​/​In End by Unto

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Someone who care would always see butane
stirring up marbles enveloped in rain
Someone who would strain to ward them off, and be the one
To hop off of the train of thought that wouldn't cease to run
The efforts are so vain
when there's nothing to explain

Nothing to explain

When finally you could find yourself in my palms

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from Butane​/​In End, released October 14, 2021

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