these words on this paper
stained with my tears and my blood
will they finally make you notice me
and do I dare die for that
stained with my tears and my blood
will they finally make you notice me
and do I dare die for that
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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