Paroles de Pathetique
I can touch the sky with the tip of my hands and foretell many many thingsThere are ninety-seven sides to everything
A girl is no longer risen
You see everything has ninety-seven sides
A girl is no longer risen
Whoo!
You see everything has ninety-seven sides
A girl is no longer risen
Whoo!
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