I see you wipen eyes, flakted in the window
Avabaven seven tveni seven.
You lock down att the city, so its slowen grown tani.
As a song then turn house kitchen in to heaven.
You turn face to my and i touch your hear behind your ears, sad nothing go on.
So long we are to gether, so long as we are So long.
Are we math to day, a wonder if we matnes why, what enithing to say to me.
Stay are the backes as as saling stoling stratces.

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