The worlds bride gets like beautiful eyes I still miss the dandelion for the house My tired anemone knows from our dirt alley again Spring Dont say why the cradle of dreaming Dont say why the sunshine. Again Grimm I miss this cage what is easy The bride does not say why the cradle of dreaming Dont say why the sun lady was not the window of the night Dont say the angels tired of the sky Dont say no to Abra. Dont get But I still dream of sleeping with each other and we dont miss the house Dont say the angels tired of the sky Dont say our paper kite Dont look at the cage again
