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Come little children I'll take thee away
into a land of Enchantment
Come little children the time's come to play
here in my garden of Shadows
Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and the Sorrows
Weep not poor children for life is this way
murdering beauty and Passions
Hush now dear children it must be this way
to weary of life and Deceptions
Rest now my children for soon we'll away
into the calm and the Quiet
Come little children I'll take thee away
into a land of Enchantment
Come little children the time's come to play
here in my garden of Shadows Жаль, нет варианта потяжелее, отлично бы вышло.
@музыка:
Come, little children...
@темы:
Мысли вслух