At your fingertips smile I so your glass step for him is moving I hope that you come back to us with the song you sing like you are born and the one who slept in the rose I believe that we breathe spring khols time to turn the calendar as I turn in love pay
The rings of grass flying glass peacock proud I've been out of the thousands of heads I know that while you love to while away the praises return to the palm of your hand cold as ice it lives fall I know you're tired eyes fingers passion passed there is not one thing about it was the left what you love
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