I was young with smile all over my face
That was the moment i could feel the love pace
Very gentle and the look was even nice
I want me back, before i kiss the hace.
My chicks bloomed happiness every morning
All stressed me was canny from low passing
The reality was in everything that i was doing
But i was happy and life was so darling
Give me back my free stressed brain
Restore my heart with no potion of pain
And so my leap seasons of love rain
Back in a days with true friends deep inside my vein
I remember those days of my true color
The days of one true heart sailor
I miss the life before came this killer
I was pure and had one perfect caller.
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