Now if I tell you about the flowers or the birds. You come to me by plucking the flowers or you put the birds in the cage so that I can be happy. Whereas flowers are more beautiful before they die, and kissing the wings of a flightless bird is a sin on my lips.
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If I cry, will you hear my voice,
In my verses;
Can you touch
To my tears, with your hands?
I didn't know the songs are so beautiful
That words are not enough
Before I get into this trouble.
There is a place, I know;
It is possible to say everything;
I'm pretty close, I hear;
I can not tell.
