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When she was just a girl, she espected the world. But it flew away from her reach. So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise every time she closed her eyes. And bullets catch in her teeth. Life goes in, gets so heavy. The wheel breaks the butterfly. Every tear a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night. Away she'd fly. And dreams of paradise. So lying underneath the stormy skies. She'd say : i know the sun will set to rise.

This could be paradise but you not are here.