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She steps outside her tiny boxDoors made of glass with tiny locksShe dreams in monochrome nowHer own world in black and whiteShe takes her time in redefining meI'm not convinced and neither is sheIt takes so long to get inside of meWhat can you see?She ties me up and brings me flowersDead to her I sleep away the hoursIn thin air coils we inhaleTwo scents of roseShe takes her time in redefining meI'm not convinced and neither is sheIt takes so long to get inside of meWhat can you see?What can you see? From Letras Mania