My soul to wants in flight,
They paint a different films.
I give you all my thoughts at night,
When you come to me in a dream.
My soul to wants in chain,
When I know I won't meet you.
And I don't want to live again,
After all, only you are mine caillou.
I hate thinking about the outcome,
And your image is like a band-Aid.
Make yourself at home,
Without feeling any fractures inside.
Only for the father
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