With my clear youthful eyes
I saw her jump out of endless sky
Trying to win the passion of final fantasy, ah!
Amidst the most perfect woman
Creating nothing but shadows of perfect beauty again leaping through
Here comes the song of confusion as this aged twig tree sprinkled by beauty
Self-potrait, I recall her beauty
Every quorium of my heart sing her praise
What a song of sun
Though tears on my pillow as we rivet the doom from heartbreak
Even the president promised her a tent
Seeing nothing but coins from central bank, jilting the skulls of her bras...
Every moron wants a bond from this shareholder.oh! What an economic crisis.
Shattering the shield of poverty,
Living without denial as a booty student of loving youth
Upturn love, passive from campus smart talks
Love without passion of coins I whisper
But she never heard that thunderstorm
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