| The met fifteen years
In an old blue door fell in love
Dreams in the air, diamonds in the sky
That fail to live.
And again it was staying in her arms
Kneeling at his feet it fell
Was sweet as a chest
Leads the fragility
Feels to be broken
A door blue
Never need to be open
Nightmares are very long.
A door blue
There is neither touching
Think it is better to leave it.
It is the most beautiful beautiful
Coup in his conscience falls masks.
Dirty, crazy, want to kill
Had drugs in the blue door.
A door blue
Never need to be open
Nightmares are very long.
A door blue
There is neither touching
Think it is better to leave it. |
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