XCIV - Wondering
It's a lie you know,
if you feel,
but don't show.
Let it by you can not,
shoud be a sin,
let be thing's forgot.
Let the story be told,
give frankincense,
give her mira and gold.
Get close, don't run far,
on a dark sky,
you'll smith a star.
if you feel,
but don't show.
Let it by you can not,
shoud be a sin,
let be thing's forgot.
Let the story be told,
give frankincense,
give her mira and gold.
Get close, don't run far,
on a dark sky,
you'll smith a star.
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