Come to ground, you now it´s like me, on my own pride
kiss your faults receive it all
and forget all your live now
Come to thorn, you will come down with me
Come down , strange scream, you will be free
Loving all
A flower, free in the wind
A face, a brave, as you are
A only chance, a one fight, and you'll believe
by Oto Sales
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