sleep,sleep,sleep(sadness of happy poor child)

at one last day
I walk in the park
if you ever try to the undercover
sleep...
(and making time)
sleep...
(and making time)
world in valentine
like a fairy tale

in the rainbow
child is around the flower garden
many birds is changin' the world
do not be afraid

because,
always I cry and cry
and making time
in nothing to the undercover
and making time
apologies
you cry and cry
and maybe you fly to spacy world
in the park
It's lucky and go and smiling

well... I don't look back

just to be the next to the end of life
and “making time”
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