You know I'm not what I dream
And when I'll finally scream
I know you own this creation
And love every single situation
What if you miss the way
Or if I lose this play
Like a flower is forgotten
And the petals will melt
Right there, in where the flowers sings
Pretending to forgive all my sins
Right there in where your crown shines
To see your eyes a thousand times
It will be like flowers in your hair
Like a beautiful crown in your head
I have all my life to share
You can paint this land of dead
If I can get any better, well pardon
I want it when we'll be in our garden
So I can try to be born again
And be unaware about my left side brain
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