i m sorry

every morning i saw
my sweet girl crying
i took glue into the hand
and sealed the sun

i know we have so much time

i don't see the sun
but i see my sweet girl
we are staying in a cold night
and i know she is my pearl

i know we have so much time

one day i saw
i was staying near the sun
and my sweet girl was crying over the tomb
and wanted to shoot a gun

she didn't surmised
that i would die
i've always was paralyzed

she didn't surmised
that i would die
i've always was paralyzed


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