fancy rider of my dreams,he is the rising sun of my heart, dear,
you are the book of my love,how can i write my love book without your feelings ink
I am the angel hiding inside me, come out of the grave, my dear.
What water can wash my soul, flower of my heart, longing for those eyes
Dear heart, sweet heart, disobedient, this is my beautiful fire

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