It's the high time, for sure, to be lone
May be the high time change the tone!
It's lovely, Sweety, not to make shaky love!
Let's make ease all that make things taugh!
Let's go somewhere and make a little home
Throw things that may spoil a fairy room
Let's foster, in hearts, some dreamy lands
Cut some roads that make long, tall fence!
If can't have favour, in life, like rosy things
Let's caste, in a haste, four flowery wings
Let's put all hands, together, forever
Go to a fairy land, and be back never!
Let's forget tiny things and let's untie
Let's say to all pains that bar 'good bye!'
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