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**White delicate petals of snow Dancing in the air Falling with grace And swirling Not worrying about themselves What will become tomorrow What will be, when they fall on the ground Don’t know, my dear Tomorrow ? Don’t know, what will be today What does it mean: tomorrow? Please don’t ask me what I‘ll do! I am dancing in the air With joy and smile on my face My little brother wind is asking me to dance Oh! What a charmant elegant He’s so joyful and spontaneous , forgetful and sincere at once … My little brother wind whirling with me up and down and around Oh! don’t ask me about tomorrow I don’t know, realy, what it means Oh! tomorrow may never come, you know? or maybe it never was , my dear... Oh! what a elegant dancer, what a charmant chevalier! My little brother wind is not asking if we will live, tomorrow.**
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
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**White delicate petals of snow Dancing in the air Falling with grace And swirling Not worrying about themselves What will become tomorrow What will be, when they fall on the ground Don’t know, my dear Tomorrow ? Don’t know, what will be today What does it mean: tomorrow? Please don’t ask me what I‘ll do! I am dancing in the air With joy and smile on my face My little brother wind is asking me to dance Oh! What a charmant elegant He’s so joyful and spontaneous , forgetful and sincere at once … My little brother wind whirling with me up and down and around Oh! don’t ask me about tomorrow I don’t know, realy, what it means Oh! tomorrow may never come, you know? or maybe it never was , my dear... Oh! what a elegant dancer, what a charmant chevalier! My little brother wind is not asking if we will live, tomorrow.**
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
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