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And she tries hard to tell this 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 again for a million reasons Well, youre back out on the again
And you try to tie together connections You get some ribbons and bows And get back out on the road
So you found a without a king Oh yes and here loved her No one was
But a little bit like her Youre a little bit like her Little bit like her, a little bit Juliet
to the blue crystal mirror well as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real lamp tie the connection get some ribbons and some bows And get back out on the
But when were good They were really Really stranger
So you found a without a king Oh yes and here loved her No one was
Youre a little bit her Youre a little bit like her bit like her, a little bit like Juliet
Let the become a bridge And cross that tomorrow Well, let the that 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?
The sky is he says, "No, the sky is blue" And can you get that? Can you get into She says, "The sky is crying", he says, "The sky is blue"