| I am just a passionate dreamer |


The lost pageOver and over she breaks A falling tear on her cheeks Truth dwells on veracity of themes Crushing those fearsThe lost page
Bending over the pervert Once those sounds were on the highest supreme The belt was strong and tight to the extreme She said: Could thoughts underestimate my fears?
Walked that long empty road
Till her feet are droning and to the board
She ran with buxom
So she cried and said: he graced me with his cold bosoms
The moment I slept in his arms Leaving the world in endless siestas With cold and winter
The waves of the sun are
| I am just a passionate dreamer |
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Bursting out from the ashes, with wings of flames that fly
I am called the Phoenix...A mythical bird that flies
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