where relax happens the time goes on and on and the river of the storms where the night climb at night where the flowers bloom without a spoon, where the night last where the love is .... real and true
If the roses are red the love burns and the places turn down to ..... hell
where i drown in tears is what you must fear, because i already told my love is real and true.
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