How it seeps into the skin
For like a radio it goes
You never know the next song
I will live long
A long long song
Happiness in this fresh scent
Flowers open in the spring
Is this just a dream
To shape like clay
Or just words
Just words
I can not say?
For like a radio it goes
You never know the next song
I will live long
A long long song
Happiness in this fresh scent
Flowers open in the spring
Is this just a dream
To shape like clay
Or just words
Just words
I can not say?
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