
the hands of the feet of the heart body are also these eyes are all yours
all the Indra captivates in the storybook for you
shouldering in Arjuna twilight culture of color
but this heart and soul you never had
now miss present in dull colors in the night
giving lies in red roses
because that blood that withered sulked the lanterns of fire
the Hudus lengthened your hair, mother
soft hands give you a cooling drink
I will never be thirsty again and again
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pieces in a story always make wise hope there but have you ever felt what is embedded in the bottom of the abyss in the soul
maybe how empty this taste is without understanding until without closing the window of science ,
why is the sky blue and the night dull now without the prosecution demanding the star and the moon . and I'm telling you the truth but you don't believe in "sIRA"
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the number of trees that are shocking in the learning of life in the world seems to lead you astray far from him .
if this misses do you understand about her ?
so the grandson said this lie to you "sIRA"
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a grain of wheat and rice is now embedded in fertile soil
watered the light of the Hudus in the dew of the crown god's soul
her beautiful smile captivated the lovers of the mortal world
dance and wait for the wheat and rice to sacrifice their shape
perch and traversed by insects in the sweet when Mentari roasted
and now exhausted in the waiting of the flower of pearl fragrance
the seed has now grown strong and bloomed with its long leaves
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until it seems free in the god of beautiful hope it is wrapped in dull colors
believing and hoping for something unreal makes black the color of the rose
now the honey you created makes the lyrics and song intoxicating
blinding and maddening the sufferer until the fruit is an eternal poison
the seed that is holy and white thou" siRA "trudes with the color of its allure
and "Erta" always gives you a second chance
do you hope for something unreal, you think ?
or you are the one who made him disappear from his kingdom!!
and I'm telling you the truth, but still you don't believe.
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the fruit is poison but understand it gives sacrifice of its body shape just to make you "sIRA" eat the food of heaven and will never feel hungry again and later because of his eternal and wise smile
and who is he?
so many interesting tourist attractions but you yourself lament lies
tell him I chose you
and now hate and hurt the heart more
and now ...still choose you
don't katana with her sharp scythe
he said it was new to hurt
it's just a sick adult story
tell everything in your heart to understand
let this flow inside
the love and love you gave has been taken away
where is it. I choose
frankly, I feel tired...
if this misses tell him who you are
if this is telling her I'm choosing you
a hill with green grass
with the weeds dancing softly in his whisper
and we are always with the wounds of the heart
but I don't know who you are
love and love with a beautiful smile
pain and suffering from fragrant flowers
then the fire lantern jealous ..black smoke
I'm standing in the middle of your stairs
and run in tiers to his height
your presence brings an intoxicating lyrical tone
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the blue beach gives the sky its color
the white of the waves on the beach coloring the clouds
the reflection of the water made the star
and I won't die until I get him back
fairy tale oppelia ringtone her" Erta" part 7
by: crazy cow