Its my life
Turning into a bay of bid
With flowers around but of a funeral
With shining sun but of a summer
With everyone around ready to help, but like a guise
With ire beneath the love of every eyes seeing in amuse
Finding a way through the shores into the sea
As who will like such shores to be.
Turning into a bay of bid
With flowers around but of a funeral
With shining sun but of a summer
With everyone around ready to help, but like a guiseWith ire beneath the love of every eyes seeing in amuse
Finding a way through the shores into the sea
As who will like such shores to be.
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