It may be true for a broken heart
And fall below the crown of love
My little love if you hear the breath away
In love living there anymore terminus
The only truth you said old
Love as it will go
What life is worth the trip
The future can not see like quagmire
My little love're away
And flipping a coin in the lake
Walk light to meet again
To get or enter a lie
Not looking for the paint to fix heart
Time not to see an empty gaze
My little love if you're away
Your body is know as red blood
This habit had again
Kisses to cut by hand
On the floor throwing a little joy
We took our young stars
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