Summer evening, strolling around,
Pitch-dark garden and rustling leaves.
Illuminated by floating lights
And tired, sleepy eyes.
Will they be here again?
Childhood memories of one kept in a bottle
Come, follow me again, stars of the land.
Summer evening, strolling around,
Pitch-dark garden and rustling leaves.
Illuminated by floating lights
And tired, sleepy eyes.
Will they be here again?
Childhood memories of one kept in a bottle
Come, follow me again, stars of the land.
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