Be my gift
Sliding on the leafs of our secret place
Be the first
To hold my hand so tight on my secret place
Let's cry our sadness out
Behind country martini's
Our sacred place
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I don't believe in angels
But i'll burn a candle for you
Feel better, with no, no pain
Watch out, you hurt yout arms
Our moon may have died
My embrasse may still harms
But the fire may still burns hided