The life broken me my wings and people crushed them into the ground, grave of my soul. My little fairies died under the weight of pain and tears. My own world full beauty was destroyed. The one what was left is memory.
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I wish be dancing with man of my heart, be dancing with him in dance of full love, passion and life, which resurect old melody of fairies.
Nobody asked me if I want born, so you don't say me how I've got live! That what I am is my naturaly.
I caught a butterfly- died,
I tore a flower- faded,
I realized that may to touch all what is beautiful only my heart.
Nobody asked me if I want born, so you don't say me how I've got live! That what I am is my naturaly.
I caught a butterfly- died,
I tore a flower- faded,
I realized that may to touch all what is beautiful only my heart.


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