People should knew what inside
When the painted skies going ashamed
Think something was end
By the winds of suffers it gone by
Someone whipered on the day
like my soul that sealed on the fair world
Every month goes by
And the time turn into sadness
Everything should must be broken
And it's Imagination would be dead
Turn and remain into shining hope
But our trustworthy was finish
On this way it was fade
Look on the way we go
And it will scare and fear you
Just stop on the rain.
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