She opened up the window
And from the garden she heard a song
..."I'm gonna write a song for you
In a language, that doesn't exist on earth"...
The curtains were softly moved by the wind,
And she thought to herself
"How beautiful, A little song for me"
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
She opened up the window
And from the garden she heard a song
..."I'm gonna write a song for you
In a language, that doesn't exist on earth"...
The curtains were softly moved by the wind,
And she thought to herself
"How beautiful, A little song for me"
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