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Night Bird
I have become a night bird
I'm sitting beside the road
When you come
Forget the way you away.
Each flow of my breath
I love that there are thousands of air mixed,
That come out of my mouth
You can be mixed with each word.
And I thought the imagination
Mix wings in your heart.
Up late at night, like dogs
You have to guard,
I will be free from violent monsters
Will you be at the heart again?
I have become a night bird
The little courtyard next to you
Tree branches throughout the night
When wait
I see only once.
I peeped him every night in your dreams
Sweet thought I would forget
I am disappeared when you eye Mello.
Sometimes I imagined reverie
Let colorful lights,
Do you think the difference in me and I in you
How, is not it?
After previous
When you sit down to read
Every book I
Your word is the word of mouth
I like khaiyera boil.
When you're feeling down nialaye
I know you're denying it.
Sometimes I dream that
Hey i butterfly wings
Run like srotasinira go away.
I melodious tone early bihane
Hararoja called to go,
I have become a night bird Roi
I love you enough.
Night Bird
I have become a night bird
I'm sitting beside the road
When you come
Forget the way you away.
Each flow of my breath
I love that there are thousands of air mixed,
That come out of my mouth
You can be mixed with each word.
And I thought the imagination
Mix wings in your heart.
Up late at night, like dogs
You have to guard,
I will be free from violent monsters
Will you be at the heart again?
I have become a night bird
The little courtyard next to you
Tree branches throughout the night
When wait
I see only once.
I peeped him every night in your dreams
Sweet thought I would forget
I am disappeared when you eye Mello.
Sometimes I imagined reverie
Let colorful lights,
Do you think the difference in me and I in you
How, is not it?
After previous
When you sit down to read
Every book I
Your word is the word of mouth
I like khaiyera boil.
When you're feeling down nialaye
I know you're denying it.
Sometimes I dream that
Hey i butterfly wings
Run like srotasinira go away.
I melodious tone early bihane
Hararoja called to go,
I have become a night bird Roi
I love you enough.
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