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And she tries hard to tell story But its a hard one to She consults her book of
Cry and the says fly on Well, now on your own back out on the road again for a million reasons Well, youre back out on the again
And you try to tie some connections You get some ribbons and some And get out on the road again
So you found a queen a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
But youre a bit like her just a little bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
to the blue crystal mirror well as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real lamp Well tie the connection get some and some bows And get back out on the
But when they were were really good Really good
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and here loved her No one was
a little bit like her Youre just a little bit her Little bit like her, a little bit like
Let the crisis become a And cross bridge tomorrow Well, let the time that goes between, Well, let it let go of the
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