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Jan. 30th, 2006 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Young boy in the market
Sees the girl alone
And asks her
Have you lost you way home?
She sings
You say the most beautiful things
Just like my violins
I look into your eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
Sees the girl alone
And asks her
Have you lost you way home?
She sings
You say the most beautiful things
Just like my violins
I look into your eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done