Your shell is crushed,
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lit by rain. It wouldn't be late.
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Bloon, the flower does.
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Your shell is crushed,
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lit by autum storm.
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It wouldn't be late.
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Come, the children do.
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Come, the children do.
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Come, the children do.
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The children laugh like falling a piece of sky.
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Chilly wind is blowing,
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only eyes are sparkling.
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Hold me child.
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Your belief is smashed,
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wet by fire. It wouldn't be late
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to drink the heaven's water. to drink the heaven's
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water. to drink the heaven's water.
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The children are crying for foreign oxygen.
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Chilly wind is flowing into deep inside of them right
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now.
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You're supposed to know holy solution. Yeah, they come.
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Feel your basil bone in your head.
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Move your cheek skin,
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and make a smile.
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(Sweet sweet sweet sweet)
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Feel your basil bone in your head. Move your cheed skin,
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and make a smile.(Sweet~)
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~Talk~
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I'm holding this incense burner in rain and fire untill
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they come.
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Come, the children do. Come, the children do... Yeah,
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they come.
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Come, The Children Do
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