Unique Old Disk
It’s as a fairy tale and
Is almost improbable,
When a rose grieve at you
But can always find it
In the garden of paradise…
It’s as a fairy tale and
Is almost improbable,
When was lost him
one’s Unique the old disk
But the heart go on to sing…
It’s as a fairy tale and
Is almost improbable,
When have stolen wings at you,
But you can fly without wings
Even, by behind the sky…
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