A newer story...
When things go perfect. Like in a fairy tale. And i keep on singing the jig all day long.
Just that I am not in a dress, neither you in a grey t-shirt.
We laugh, cry, break, get together.
You and I, in this beautiful world. I forgot else.
When things go perfect. Like in a fairy tale. And i keep on singing the jig all day long.
Just that I am not in a dress, neither you in a grey t-shirt.
We laugh, cry, break, get together.
You and I, in this beautiful world. I forgot else.
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