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And she hard to tell this story But its a hard one to She her book of miracles
Cry and the says fly on Well, now youre on own Youre back out on the road again for a reasons Well, youre back out on the road
And you try to tie some connections You get ribbons and some bows And get out on the road again
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
But a little bit like her just a little bit like her Little bit like her, a little bit like
Turn to the blue crystal mirror 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 out on the road
But when they good They were good good stranger
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and everyone loved her No one was
a little bit like her Youre just a little bit her Little bit her, a little bit like Juliet
Let the crisis become a 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?
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