Hello,
my perfect stranger,
tell me why you cry so hard
tell me why your here to die.
my perfect stranger,
tell me why you cry so hard
tell me why your here to die.
Lets leave,
and share of life's treasures
and banish all our thoughts that came before.
Lets go,
and be the world's saviors
lets do all the things we fear.
Lets go,
And dream our own mysteries,
this world will show us such wonders.
And let the clouds form,
and call them our cover.
And here's to you my private lover.
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