Leaves, O soul, a woman is less of a comb because she has a wrinkle in her wrinkles, my heart is like a knot in her wrinkles, my heart is like a knot in your hair, like a knot in your hair, maybe
a knot from a crazy heart to untie a knot, maybe from a crazy heart, a
heart has a heart in your hair, the house
will be injured, like a woman, every time your shoulder is injured, like a woman, every time your shoulder is in
the ring of your hair, my heart is captivated
, I see the bloody heart This and that end of every tooth I see, the blood of the heart of this and that end of every tooth of
your leaf, O soul, less of a womans shoulder
because it is in its folds and cracks, my heart is like a knot in its folds and cracks, my heart is like a
knot in your hair, a knot like a mist
to untie a knot, maybe from a crazy heart, until you untie a knot, maybe from a crazy heart, the
heart is in your hair,
the house is wounded, like a woman, every time your shoulder is injured. Become like a woman every time she combs
