I Used to see her sleeping in the corner,
bulding a deep song of the world.
I Used to see her painting
troubles in her skin, in her blond false.
And now, her eyes Are drawing a sky raining.
And now, searching for
hole to fly Far, far, far away.
No more bottles,
She Were tired to
Into her glass hammer skinny hands.
No more days,
hide the sun from her sadness,
When She Wants to go clear
Far, far, away
I Used to see her with a blue trousers
plenty of stones.
I Used to see her smiling
When the train pass by in her stop.
And now her worn-out trousers. And now
There There isn't anything. She May Be
vanished off the earth Far away
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