Perchance
I talk myself: it just a pain, stop crying. You just a little girl, who want - be loved. But world is cruel, so.. Just remember something: As long you cry as long they keep on laughing, So, kill this love - don't say you want another. Perchance, some day - He'll squeeze your hand. And through the window, - take you to the clouds My darling, is not Neverland, Your pain will go through fingers like it sand, When front of you the birds are singing loud.
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