by Lida
Kiss the rose
Listen to what it's singing
I don't believe
That there's no best ending
Walk along the road
Don't mind the storm that feaze me
I still believe
That I'll get the termini
Catch the tears
And turn it into diamonds
Say the words
Just like the fairy curse
Over the sea
Just let the sun it leads me
Now I believe
That I'll return to where I begin
"Listening the feathery-soft whispers, like stand for a magic spell. It makes me tough."
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