And it's falling down hardly.
Falling down like an iron from burning desk on the floor while she is still in the bed.
And it's heavy. Too heavy to carry this leaf given by an Angel.
Still we are going round, round, round baby, but when we stop it?
From an eye to the mouth, from the head to the ground.
I prefere to speak, before forgetness peak.
I would like to share everything I know, before you go.
Before I forget. Before regret.
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