She would cry
But river's deepest than her tears
She says I will survive
Hey someone
Please play with me I lonesome
There's a place nowhere to run
Day by day a little nixie's looking for the friend
She really needs a warmth of helping hands
Just warmth for a little nixie
Life is door
So where's the key and something else
That gives a chance to smile
So while
She's swimming out there is no sounds
Across two hundred miles
четверг, 14 июня 2007 г.
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