Paroles de Boy in Soil
What have I to speakWhen my words grow weak?
Despite the sunlight
I cower numb by fear
What if I come old,
Forget my soul?
I've not a child
In growing soil
'Come here, boy'
I sing from my deadbox
I've not a child
In growing soil
'Come here, boy'
I sing from my deadbox
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