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Ballett music box
I walk through the woods
(My legs aren't walking)
I walk through mountains
(Which hold me tight)
I feel my organs giving up
Oooh, the stars, surround me, or do the trees? Well the Bushes like blankets
(Blankets, blankets)
There must've been the little child, come give me a hand by hand.
And I love the Sound it does,
I love it i love it,
I love it i love it the singing it does.
The times, time?
,,Time is for me luck"
Luck? I thought luck is picked.
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Adna Demiri
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