How did I think it would be
Maybe like a TV
Once upon a time
I was just a little bone
I was
I've been sleeping under the beanstalk
And I've been dreaming of
Good gifts of love
Good gifts you hand me down
From your
Maybe I'd be happy to let it all go
Dedicate my
Tell me once again how you cried
The day I went
So dear to me
Always keep me company
Who needs to go
Sweet morning takes you away
Sweet nothings, we try to say
Only
Speak of love in a warm embrace
Speak of hope in
Maybe it scares you
Maybe it makes you cry
Maybe it reminds
I cry up to the man in the moon
He's the
for all that I have learned
for all I have discovered
for
from your lips came the words
I never thought I’d hear
so
Give me light
And I will walk quickly
Give me light
And I
in an age of troubles
in an age of uncertainty
in an
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