ужос о пингвине

Tonight is the first time
Bitterness fills me with joy
Twinkle, twinkle
My cold, yet so sweet rosy star!
No questions, no searches no more, no rosemary no thyme
My heart's a baloon...or a house with a door left ajar
Or a playground where dead little boy
Still smiles to a plastic penguin
Living in a castle of sand


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