The time The Days And that clock in the wall my laughts my gigles , my tears my joys and my desspointed, and all that memories .
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I'm a treanger but I'm still a young child that jumped in the stan , her hair were flying all over her neck her eyes are full of painful Imprisoned emations , yet with a lot of happiness .
The time The Days And that clock in the wall . my laughts my gigles , my tears my joys and my desspointed, and all that memories .
I'll run and run , until I get tired and laugh and laugh until I feel pain in my stomach I'll hug the wind and fil to eat the clouds
I'll allways live as a child and feel as a child ..