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And she tries hard to this story But its a hard one to She consults her book of
Cry and the says fly on Well, now youre on own Youre back out on the road again for a reasons Well, youre out on the road again
And you try to tie together some You get some and some bows And get back out on the again
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and everyone loved her No one was
But a little bit like her Youre a little bit like her Little bit her, a little bit like Juliet
to the blue crystal mirror well as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the blue lamp Well tie the get some ribbons and some bows And get back out on the
But when were good They really good good stranger
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
Youre a little bit her Youre just a bit like her Little bit like her, a little bit Juliet
Let the crisis a bridge And cross that tomorrow Well, let the time goes between, baby Well, let it let go of the
She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "No, the sky is blue" He says, "The sky is not crying", he says, "The sky is blue" She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "The sky is blue" Can you get that?
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