Morning light has broken
The flower vases,
Just like the jokers
Sometimes break the aces.
There is a new mystery
That shines with these rays
Of the sun, which trespass
The water and the glass.
Alguns falam de doçura, Desconhecem O regurgitar das abelhas, O mel que se transforma dentro delas, Dentro das casas de cera. Falam do luxo ...
awesome.
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